Tuesday, July 7, 2009



Blind Migration

She will be born with a silver-laced spoon in her mouth
to a broad-hipped woman
whose arms will love to caress.
She will disappoint the man
who will expect a boy.
They will celebrate together on Friday nights,
pour the wine, carve the bread.
A young man will plan to wed her on a Sunday,
but instead, together
they will depart into the Dachau dawn.


-- Staci Jacobson

6 comments:

Lise said...

So simple, yet so moving. Exquisite in the most poignant sense.

Sarah Tormey said...

What a beautiful piece or art! And such lovely words.

Thanks for sharing:)

Lisbeth Eng said...

Thank you Lise and Sarah for your kind comments on my friend Staci's poem!
Lis

staci said...

Thank you so much, Lise and Sarah for your kind commentary - much appreciated!

staci said...

Thank you so much, Lis, for publishing my poem on your blog!

Milton T. Burton said...

That poem is wonderful.