Thursday, September 21, 2017

On Rosh Hashanah

I listen to the ancient prayers
I've heard for all my life - 
Before I was a nana
Or a mother or a wife.

I hear them only once a year
And though I know the tunes 
I haven't felt entrenched
Like I once was in many moons.

Yet still I go to temple 
And I think, as prayers are read,
That I'll always be connected,
Though by just the thinnest thread.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017


She didn't die; she passed away.
He isn't fat, just large.
She isn't mean and nasty;
She just likes to be in charge.

The play we saw was int'resting.
The meal we had - okay.
So much is hidden in each message
That we do convey.

And that is why I understand 
So well when I am told
That I am looking tired;
What it translates to is OLD!

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

One Right Shoe

One right shoe, a ballet flat,
Sat lonely on the street,
Wondering just why her mate
Left her so incomplete.

The passersby took note and shrugged,
Not curious enough
To waste their time on other people’s
Business or their stuff.

Yet in my head, I conjured up
Scenarios to solve
The mystery of why this coupling
Managed to dissolve.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Cut-Off Music

Watching the Emmys, I couldn’t help see
A glaring inequality.
When certain winners spoke too long,
The band began to play a song…

Implying, time to leave the stage;
Right NOW you have to disengage.
You do not rate a minute more,
So get a move on, out the door.

The A-list stars, though, got to speak
And might have gone on for a week,
Which proves that we should be aware
Of yet more ways that life’s unfair.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Sunday Scene

The tugboats in the river chug
While motorboats bounce by.
The dogs on leashes sniff the ground
And pigeons peck or fly.

The children with their helmets on
Give training wheels a whirl
While grown-ups check their phones
Or let their newspapers unfurl.

A gentle breeze allows the flags
To flutter, flap and dance
As shirtless men soak up the sun
And no one looks askance.

I sit here on a bench, relaxed,
Content to be outside
To jot these thoughts in comfort
Since I’ve all this time to bide.

Saturday, September 16, 2017


The New York City skyline
Once had visitors impressed,
But now it makes New Yorkers
Feel disgusted and depressed.

For jutting out obnoxiously,
A giant matchstick looms;
It’s a residential building
Filled with billionaire-type rooms.

It is ugly, it is boring
And it’s thrust into our faces
While destroying what was once
The special skyline it replaces.

We all know that its existence,
Though disastrous indeed,
Has been brought about by what
The world gets by on – mostly greed!

Friday, September 15, 2017

Rows of Stitches

I watch the magic happening 
As yarn becomes a shawl;
The knitting needles of my aunt
Are at her beck and call.

Her fingers wind the wool around 
Without her even thinking
And rows and rows of stitches show
Without her even blinking.

Her expertise is such that
I just really can't compare it,
But best of all is when she's done, 
Then I will get to wear it!