I remember one day, when I was smaller than now, my grandmother received a large envelope, ribboned with foreign stamps, par avion She weeps when she opens it and looks inside I ask Grandma, why are you crying? In her broken English she says From Bachory, Ukraine, моя сестра She hands me the photo, a young woman, holding a child in front of large thicket aside a thatched house On the back, in cursive Cyrillic, it reads Noisy are the rustling groves Glance sister at this photo... Memories are there It is signed With Love Kateryna, 26, Ivan, 2 (1910) cc: Chagall 2022
Tag Archive: ancestry
undocumented diaspora is so sad, losing sight of all who came before, except for what we hold, in mind, in heart cc: Chagall 2022
The bird on the holly bush
Low to the ground singing
to elders in alder branches
From your vantage, do you see hope?
Show me then, where to fly
Pray, please guide me
Chagall 2017
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