Selected poems and prose; this will grow over time:
“A prince among his pals, we hate to see him go”
Said classmates at Jamaica High School in 1937
What experience did the yearbook committee have
Of that man I loved, years later?
Where did he get that feeling of invulnerability
That gave him the freedom to answer Yes!
To the classic shoplifter’s threatening question
“Are you calling me a thief??
Where did he get the entrepreneurial verve
To leave the safety of his father in law’s
Wholesale bedding and bath store
To buy in to an unknown cousin’s childrenswear store?
What affection might he have ever had
For the woman who he made my mother
And though they lacked chemistry
Stuck it out till they were both diminished
That man coached me with simple truths
That were profound and real for him:
First be a mensch / Cheap is dear /
If they bought only what they came for, who needs you?
Gone 6 years, finally memories predate his dementia
His determination to be the one who makes the sale
Follow the money, but deliver the goods
Simplicity is rich, he was richer than he knew.