June 17, 2015

 Alley Pond Boulevard

My dad reads me

Bible stories from

the bottom of my

parents' bed and

I am five, and

mom's not dead

And then I go

to visit him in

Assisted Living -

Friday night again,

and he'll ask me

to remind him

of the parsha

And I pray to

remember what

just came to me,

to cherish now -

like my youth,

so perishable.