Poems

November 03, 1993|By Robert H. Deluty

IN HIDING

She wants to cry to

her teacher,

I'm terrified; instead,

She giggles nervously.

He wants to tell his wife,

I love you; instead,

He teases her playfully.

She wants to say to

her parents,

I need your help; instead,

She remains silent, distant.

For, to act otherwise,

To be open, honest, direct,

Is simply too frightening.

OLD-WORLD FATHER

Bewildered by our

Watching televised athletes.

Play yourself . . . or read!

CITY PLAYGROUND

Rusted, netless hoops

Cast shadowed halos upon

The soaring children.

LETHAL

Minutes past curfew,

Scorches home doing eighty

In Dad's car. Scared, drunk.

BLESSED

Auschwitz survivor

Holds great-grandchild,

savors new

Defeat of Nazis.

LESSONS

He loved to tell the story

of how,

On his first day of Yeshiva

In Poland's Jewish Ghetto,

Mothers brought honey

` cakes, shaped like

The letters of the Hebrew

alphabet,

So that their children

would come to

Associate learning

with sweetness.

A brilliant man, deprived

by war

Of even a high school

education,

He set foot on a college

campus

More than fifty years

later to attend

His first son's Ph.D.

conferral.

When introduced to

the faculty,

With utmost respect

and pleasure,

He bowed.

His second son, now

a professor,

Remembers these stories

As he teaches his daughter

Her ABCs.

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