Summer

You dove into the ocean,
and gave me a starfish,
red and orange and full of life.
I marveled at how beautiful it was.
I set it free,
the way I unchained the past.
Your eyes sparkled,
like the stars that
mapped our way home.
My laughter,
was the music in the
warm summer night.

Rights

Your rights? mine? who is watching
It's simple, we are all connected.
The right road is the one,
that you can't walk away from.
You know the options from within,
your moral compass leads you there.
You find a voice for others.
You embrace those that are weak,
those that lost their own way.
You fight for their human rights,
you find the courage burning inside,
to be radical, make a difference,
against those that lack good judgment,
against those that demean the weak.
You stand for the right thing.
Rise and save a stranger's soul,
you will be saving your own.

All In What Name?

They roll in with their Aston Martin's and Maserati's
their million dollar boats
docked in this marina,
waiting to be shined to perfection,
"no dust in the varnish please."
They roll into the fancy tent,
hosting them for one night,
wearing Valentino and Dior
all in the name of charity.
The dishes will delight,
the music will serenade them,
all in the name of charity.
They will open their checkbooks,
they will bid and outbid ,
for deep sea fishing adventures and extreme getaways
that some never dream of,
all in the name of charity.

How Did He Survive?

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After he watched his rabbi hanging,
his tongue severed .
After he watched a mass graveyard of bodies,
the stench filled the air,
the stench filled his senses.
How did he survive?
This black and white world,
where death came uninvited.
Sorrow the background of his childhood,
dreadful clouds over the ghetto.
He was only a child,
I wonder how he survived.
I wonder how he didn't lose his mind,
this pain throbbing in his heart.
When I think of him,
and hold him in my dreams,
I wonder of these many things.
His road filled with pain,
became a road of endurance,

a road of triumph.

I Remember

I watch you sleeping,
powder blue pajamas,
"shark territory"
printed on them.
I remember,
a few years ago
your hair was golden,
in the sun.
You ran into the ocean
fearless,
delighted in a leaf that you found.
It was orange, yellow, and green,
like a butterfly you said.
You followed hermit crabs
and sea urchins.
You giggled when a big wave
came to caress you.
I remember,
grandpa with his fishing net,
daddy with his fishing rod,
and you a born fisherman.
I remember,
a mother always remembers.

My First Home

I went back home,
my first home,
false memories,
of the street we lived on.
Fragments magnified in my memory,
it seemed so small.
I wept longing for the voices
of my life,
the scents,
the love.
We were uprooted
before my roots could anchor deep.
A tree needs roots to grow,
a tree needs roots to fly.
Out of the fertile soil
I was pulled
my roots shivered in the wind
my roots withstood the force.
The light made me grow,
the love made me shine,
like poems dancing in my soul,
like angel wings,
embracing me,
encouraging my spirit to soar.

Home Again

My thoughts dancing again and again.
My heart longing to see you,
my prayers wishing you home safe.
As I hear the key turn,
I run with my open arms.
My son, now, a grown man
but to me my baby boy.

I watch you with great pride,
time stands still, time is flying.
You touch lives, you lift spirits.
We engage in conversation for hours,
your brown eyes capture my soul.
My arms, my spirit loving you.
So good when you are home.