My mother finished high school.
There was a photo of her fellow graduates
-- Milton Grove School, Class of 1924 --
three girls in white dresses,seated,
and behind them, standing,
four boys, soberly attired
in unaccustomed suits and ties
It hung on the wall of my parents'
bedroom, testimony to her
first-one-in-her-family achievement.
Twenty-three years later, when I was
about to begin my own venture
into the "realms of academe,"
(a phrase she had learned
from her favorite teacher,
Mr. Becker), she pointed me
to the photograph and recited
the names of her classmates
along with a brief biography
of each, ending with . . .
"and now she . . . and now he . . ."
followed by a description
of their current station in life.
She was especially proud
of Adam, who, she said,
was now living in Japan, employed
as a teacher. The point of her
review was clear to me
and required no further explication.
School, I saw, was my passport
to possibilities undreamed of.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
MARY'S CHRISTMAS
I hope you won't take
what I'm going to say
the wrong way,
dear, but now maybe
you'll believe what
I told you months ago.
I know, I know,
they were only sheep herders,
but this morning when I saw
them kneel there on the straw
and stammer out
that they'd heard
a heavenly choir
and said they'd come
to worship the babe
they knew would save
us all, I believed them.
Didn't you?
what I'm going to say
the wrong way,
dear, but now maybe
you'll believe what
I told you months ago.
I know, I know,
they were only sheep herders,
but this morning when I saw
them kneel there on the straw
and stammer out
that they'd heard
a heavenly choir
and said they'd come
to worship the babe
they knew would save
us all, I believed them.
Didn't you?
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
CHRISTMAS WISH LIST
It gets harder every year
No more ties please
or sweaters
I prefer choosing my own fruit
unboxed
Thank you all the same
Same goes for candy
nuts
beverages
My needs are cared for
To conjure up some wants
seems silly and selfish
If I'm not mistaken
gift cards
for peace on earth
are still not available
No more ties please
or sweaters
I prefer choosing my own fruit
unboxed
Thank you all the same
Same goes for candy
nuts
beverages
My needs are cared for
To conjure up some wants
seems silly and selfish
If I'm not mistaken
gift cards
for peace on earth
are still not available
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
REALITY CHECK
there is something about
the slop of first winter snow
slush the next morning
the slap dash of cars
ferrying their drivers
to ports of work
that compels reflection
an unwelcome reminder
that beauty is evanescent
every flower fades
each glorious sunset
sinks like a stone
into a sea of darkness
one day's fairy dust
becomes the next day's
sodden slippery slosh
the slop of first winter snow
slush the next morning
the slap dash of cars
ferrying their drivers
to ports of work
that compels reflection
an unwelcome reminder
that beauty is evanescent
every flower fades
each glorious sunset
sinks like a stone
into a sea of darkness
one day's fairy dust
becomes the next day's
sodden slippery slosh
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
EBENEZER SCROOGE, UPDATED
Go ahead. Explain to me how
the story of a child born to
a young woman in a backwater
town two thousand years ago
got transmuted into this orgy
of Black Friday, Cyber Monday,
billion dollar spending spree
to say nothing of obligatory
parties, insipid "Holiday" music
and all the rest of it.
I'm serious. I'd really like
to know, and while you're
at it, tell me why the whole
Santa Claus thing, which
teaches kids that their parents
are big liars, is such a good idea.
Go ahead. Explain.
I'll wait.
the story of a child born to
a young woman in a backwater
town two thousand years ago
got transmuted into this orgy
of Black Friday, Cyber Monday,
billion dollar spending spree
to say nothing of obligatory
parties, insipid "Holiday" music
and all the rest of it.
I'm serious. I'd really like
to know, and while you're
at it, tell me why the whole
Santa Claus thing, which
teaches kids that their parents
are big liars, is such a good idea.
Go ahead. Explain.
I'll wait.
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