Monday, September 30, 2024

093024

 

Mom asked her mom about coming over in steerage,

fleeing the racist pogroms of central Europe 

Two-year-old Grandma trampolined by sailors 

With the other babies while the moms gasped 

Mom would have pressed for details 

The smells, the crowding, the nitti-gritti

But the penetrating questions came to mind too late 

Like those I have for Mom now 

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