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A Kriah

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By Dana Janine Diamond 

When the savage
tears away the fabric
of your life,
and you find out
under the veneer
the garments are rendered,
tattered and scorned
the story becomes fable
and the truth
is grittier, far more
cruel
than one is able
to conjure
and then comes along
the knowledge ill-gained
that some aren’t made
for the difficult
their hearts are
too shallow
not built just right
and they run, scattering
in the wind
like a clothesline
left unpinned
or they simply
never
took the time
to untwine their love
so that it would unspool
like a black ribbon floating
down the center of the road
to pool plentiful at your feet
when you tried
to gather
the delicate trim
offer it back to them
it remained elusive
so, eventually you gaze
across in every direction
and find who is left
standing beside

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Four Mothers

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             by  Dana Janine Diamond  

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A mother is always writing

a new line

even when it seems

we are merely repeating

the same utterances

every single morning.

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I never dreamt

when sliding through

blades of grass,

confiding in friends in the open

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(escaping such chores as hanging

laundry to billow on the lines)

that life might might turn,

like birdsong, and other random notes

sounding in the distance.

We absentmindedly chose

daisies and dandelions,

gathering small bouquets,

as if we could direct life

into the palm of our young hands.

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We speculated with bold determination

and a hint of wonder

on how we wanted

our lives

to unfold

like rose petals

falling out of a love note.

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We were flowers, we were kaleidoscopes,

we got married, we were loved,

we were beaten, got divorced,

got religion, got wise to ourselves.

We were allegories, we were epic,

We loved women, loved men,                                smart_women_read_between_the_lines

held educated places in society,

gave birth, gave love, adopted, expanded.

Between us, we swam the oceans,

traveled the continents,

embraced sun-glorious skies,

spoke our truth, found contentment.

We were challenged

by children

with their unique view of the world,

we grew children

like spectacular gardens.

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We taught the world to sing.

We grew into heroines,

standing in front of new lines,                                  marching-women

throwing out the lines

we had learned by rote,

to bring about changes

we could never

have foreseen

back when we

were sixteen and dreaming,

when we thought

our mothers had a lot to learn

about mothering.

 

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Butter cup

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               by  Dana Janine Diamond 

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In you, sweet, elegant baby,

I pour my love,

last year’s stored up anguish,

old worries and longings,

keen delight, new hope,

in you, sweet, loyal baby,

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someone to watch over

my child with me.

 

 

With you, I stand at

attention, ready to

listen, for the birds

who sing their love

song, so high, bright and clear,

for the rustle of the grass,

as some unknown something

rustles through,

swish, swish, hum, hum

to see and hear

the world, with you.                               images

Your sweet face, so soft,

creamy skin, wise ears,

you take a bite out of this earth,

you take a run at life

with prowess and grace,

free to roll in open

meadows, chew on grass,

as you meditate,

seem to levitate,

with endless patience

for hearing my baby talk,

pillow talk, and occasional,

unusual sense

of humor, you creature

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sweet baby Buttercup,

who frees my heart,

comforts this Jewish mother, daughter,

fills my cup.

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After the Snow

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by Dana Janine Diamond  

We are dazzled

gazing up

we see You

in the light falling

if we look hard

we see Your gentle

wonder, bursts of Glory,

we are angels

for a time

and when it melts

all the pain and sorrow

with a burning star

we will find

the jewels

waiting to be shown

off.

We trudge, we push,

we lead the sled down

and up again

but You,

You bring the hill

before us,

You cover us

with light

so that it permeates

the center

of our being

so that our breast

is no longer weary

so that our skin glows

with mother’s milk

and honey, Your gift to us.

After the snow,

we remember

if we’re clever,

the manna

melting stars on our tongue

snow like breast milk in song

copper mirrors dancing

drifts of undulating deserts

shtetl mothers milking

praise waiting

to be uttered.

~ written with Ronit’s recovery in mind.

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