-Ken Seide
December 23, 2010
My daughter rejected her life
in the guise of cleaning her room.
She left a trash bag
for me to haul away,
which held her library card,
her JCC pass,
a card deck called “Ask Your Father,”
and diamond earrings
that had disappointed her mother,
who had wanted an engagement ring
on her birthday decades ago
and who later walked away
from her disappointments,
including me,
and so disdained these earrings
that she gave them
to a 13-year-old
to disregard and discard.
I put the earrings in a drawer,
this anti-heirloom.
Perhaps my granddaughter will like them,
or continue the tradition.
Ken Seide (a pen name) lives in Newton, Mass. His poems and short stories have appeared in and on New Vilna Review, Midstream, Poetica, Scribblers on the Roof, and Ibbetson Street.
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Welcome to the New Vilna Review*A Note From the Publisher - February 8, 2012*
Dear readers and contributors, The New Vilna Review has been going through some changes the past few months, and our focus has shifted to offering an expanded selection of poetry, fiction and arts writing. We are once again accepting submissions, and look forward to continuing to publish some of the most interesting and thought provoking work in the world of Jewish arts and letters. -Daniel E. Levenson Publisher and Editor-in-Chief The New Vilna Review |
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