Books for her 7th birthday

Our daughter will soon be seven-years-old; and this is only the second year that she's made any requests to us regarding birthday presents. Last year, for her 6th birthday, she asked us to gift her Disney princess dolls, which we ordered online. I wasn't entirely thrilled with that choice, but it was a totally reasonable… Continue reading Books for her 7th birthday

Together, or: Moments

My first villanelle Together we, she, holding my fingerLittle, growing hand, everything to meMoments ever, and forever lingerAbba'chka, I, to the preschool bring herCome afternoon, she'll be returned to meTogether we, she, holding my fingerShe, annoyed by childish tunes I sing herTeasing her thus brings such delight to meMoments ever, and forever lingerDon't joke! She,… Continue reading Together, or: Moments

Rain, or: Shine

A Waltz wave poem gray over- cast heavens; my daughter believes God's crying up above Jerusalem and wonders why God gets so sad during the autumn and winter months Waltz wave? a one-stanza poem;nineteen lines; each line has a set number of syllables;the pattern is: 1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/1;words may be split into syllables to fit the pattern;this… Continue reading Rain, or: Shine

Falling, or: Floating

Sevenling (Our daughter fell) Our daughter fell sick last week on Shabbat (Saturday). She had a fever; was coughing heavily; and had no appetite. Our goldfish has taken to resting at the surface of its aquarium; always in the same corner; sometimes tilted a bit sideways. The two spent a lot of time together. The… Continue reading Falling, or: Floating

Fiction, or: Fact

A Crystalline My daughter was three-and-a-half when Papa unexpectedly died. She had no concept of death then; by four-and-a-half, she did... a bit. "Is it right that my grandfather died?" She asked once, on the way to shul. I had been reciting kaddish for Papa every day for a year. All those months, I'd tried… Continue reading Fiction, or: Fact

Death, or: Taxes

An American sentence: She fears our deaths and hers; with forced humor, I play down their likelihoods. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total.… Continue reading Death, or: Taxes

Sick days, or: Tissues

A piece of Tanka prose For the past several days, my daughter has been sick; and my wife also caught the virus shortly after our six-year-old fell ill. Luckily, it's nothing too serious - our child's beloved doctor gave her a checkup and informed us that it's merely a nasty cold. I haven't fallen sick… Continue reading Sick days, or: Tissues

Holier, or: Fragile

Your little face Might just be proof for me of God's good grace You utterly bewitch me Your fancies so enrich me I want to be Your Abba'chka... How can I assure you That there's a God Though I s'pose you do not need it You naturally believe it... Holier than me My Dear Baby… Continue reading Holier, or: Fragile