Elul 13: Remember

Mothballs
and
butterscotch candy.
I remember your smile
and your
stinging disapproval
mixed together in the
same taste.

I regret how afraid I was.
How I never called and how I
wouldn’t,
couldn’t,
see all of you.

Now, I wish I could ask you
to tell me how you came to be yourself
and how I came to be me.

This poem is in a series written during Elul, the Jewish month of reflection and repentance leading up to the Jewish New Year and Day of Atonement. The project is inspired by Rabbi Phyllis Anna Somer, @imabima. More info on her blog Ima on (and off) the Bima.

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~ by ettaqueen on September 27, 2016.

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