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


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!

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.