http://www.bajibot.com/case_citylore.html
Citylore, a wonderful organization honoring the poetry of everyday life in all its many forms, started a poem postcard project for everyone, as a way of crossing The Great Divide. The prompt is I Come From:
I Come From secrets I will never know,
from one grandmother, Anna, a fabulist, who lived next door
to Rosemary Clooney’s mother, and from another,
Rebecca, who spoke only a little English, who
stood too close to the ground. Both grandfathers were
dead by the time I was born, and all I know of them
is mythic and unreal. Shmuel Markovitz was a butcher,
outgoing, overweight, a man who played cards with other men.
Oscar Cohen, learned enough, owned a men’s clothing
store in a small Connecticut town. What they thought
and thought about I will never know. The children of
Anna and Rebecca married. The two matriarchs never
got along but they pretended, the way people in families
often do, that everything was OK enough.
I come from the tradition of wanting truth
but telling a story, an imperfect story, instead.
Really lovely, thank you 💕
Beautiful Esther, I love this.