Day One of NaPoWriMo is here! I wrote a poem. It's been a long time, and the process is waking up parts of my brain about which I had forgotten. I realized that writing 30 poems in 30 days is more of a challenge of creation rather than editing, and I will not possibly be able to edit all these poems to my satisfaction this month. This is more about just writing. I may not post my poems every single day, though I'm going to write every day. But here's to making a start.
The heart always saves a place at the table
for the ones no longer there.
The dessert tray at the family Seder
would have delighted my Zade,
who kept boxes of Little Debbie cakes,
rubber-banded shut, ready for visitors.
The rainbow cake,
red, yellow, and green sponge layers,
the jelly fruit slices arranged in a fan, chocolate matzo:
these are the arc of memory,
stretched out, but still in focus.
I’m sorry now for all the times I thought those cakes were funny,
so much extra food stockpiled around the house.
Now they are the thing that connects me,
like a rubber band,
to my grandparents. Their plates are set tonight:
the empty chairs keep them close to us.
And these delicate sugary pastries,
melting into the palate of this generation,
dissolve us into remembrance.
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