BabaA Poem by EveeI wrote this on Baba's 2nd yahrtzeit, to grieve, I guess.Baba's house wasn't full of tchoktches like a proper Bubby's house is, they tell me. Baba's house was full of elephants. Reincarnations of Zeida, she told me. No, She never told me. But, I knew. Baba's house was full of elephants. And I knew. © 2014 Evee |
StatsAuthorEveeHalifax, CanadaAboutRecovering student of Mathematics. (Recovering from the student, not the math.) Occasional writer, mostly short poetry. more..Writing
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