(September 16, 1925 – August 22, 2011 / New York City)

Triptych

When my mother She who is not All at once
Was a young girl Who she was I could see
Before the War Waits to be My mother
Reading sad books Yet she is In eternity
By the river Already I told her
Sometimes, she Mother She always
Looked up, wisely Whose child Would be
But did not dream Though not yet The one
The day I would Could not be Whose son
Be born to her An other You see

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