At his birthday table
My dad makes a speech to us
his chin quivering
He says: "thank you all
but one of the closest people
in my life's missing
He looked like Karl Marx
His mind: Sigmund Freud's, his heart
Mother Theresa's."
My dad's speech over
image of white-beard angel
lingers in our minds
At birthday table
We contemplate in silence
The gift of Avi
Added by Anna Hertzberg on August 10, 2009 at 11:30pm —
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I found a haiku in Avi's little notebook that reflects how I feel about him:
I am filled with you
It is something we have earned
By having opened
Added by Anna Hertzberg on August 6, 2009 at 8:58am —
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