| A Newborn Girl at Passover | ||
| by Nan Cohen | ||
Consider one apricot in a basket of them. It is very much like all the apricots-- an individual already, skin and seed. Now think of this day. One you will probably forget. The next breath you take, a long drink of air. Holiday or not, it doesn't matter. A child is born and doesn't know what day it is. The particular joy in my heart she cannot imagine. The taste of apricots is in store for her. | ||
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Poems for Passover, part I.
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