April is Poetry Month. So it seems right that BoomerCafé’s Poet-in-Residence Harriet Shenkman of Westchester, New York, treats us to her newest poem, called Worth.
I love you sooo much.
Do you mean
giant-like-an-elephant love,
deep as an ocean?
I mean a bunch.
Like a bag of gold coins?
A chest of jewels?
A hopeless look in her
four-year-old eyes.
Nooo, a bunch of M & M’s.
Reaching out for a long hug,
I’m thrilled to be valued
at a fistful of chocolates
instead of one ninth
of a camel
by an Ayatollah in Qom.
Harriet Shenkman
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2 Comments on "A sense of Worth from a boomer poet"
fine poem. have considered submitting, but, alas, my nov. ’43 birthday precludes me from cafe consideration. too bad there’s no cafe for ‘just before boomer’
Jeanne,
There’s a seat at the table of BoomerCafé for everyone with a youthful spirit and active lifestyle, regardless of age.
Please … join us.
David