Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Poem #19 Thirty Poems in Thirty Days

A Legacy

Forty years ago
my grandmother gave nickles
to a bearded man who wore a cape
and directed traffic from a cement island,
to a man with no legs
who sat on a board with wheels
and sold pencils,
to a man who showed her a card
with sign language symbols.
It is a mitzvah to give
I copy the letters into a book,
a meditation on a word,
a way to find roots.


Linda © 2009
NaPoWriMo: 30 Poems in 30 days.

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