This last week I celebrated my six month anniversary with my boyfriend. It is hard to believe it has been a half a year already. When I woke up that day, I found a text with a poem that he wrote at 3 am. He said I could share it, but I hesitated because then everyone will know he is actually a better writer than I am…lol. Anyhow, I think you will see that some things are worth waiting for. I am indeed a blessed/lucky and grateful woman.
Some of you that know our family might remember when Frankie was 6 years old in kindergarten. It was his big year. He wrote a story called “The Kite and the Snowflake” and won third place in the Reading Rainbow contest out of 700 entries. (He clearly should have gotten first, of course!) It was an amazingly thoughtful and poignant story. The principal made it into an actual book and held a school-wide assembly for him to read it to the student body. He got invited to the Board of Education for the same. It put him on the map. I credit his teacher for discovering it, buried in the middle of a scribbled journal.
He is now 15 and I ask him to clean out his folders once every six weeks. He puts everything in the recycling bin and then I fish it out. I keep a few things here and there for his memory boxes. I caught this poem written on the back of a sheet of paper. I confirmed he actually wrote it and he even gave me permission to post it which surprised me. Anyway, I know I have a mother’s bias (obviously) but I think he is the real writer in the family. Let me know if you agree this is pretty great. It has the hallmarks of a teenager that make you chuckle, but overall I thinks he captures a deep understanding. The assignment was to write a poem from a Jewish perspective. (Thank God I never got assignments like that when I was in school!)
Where is my God?
My fellow Jews and I stand alone.
There’s nowhere to go or no place to call home.
My friends hidden behind ash.
Here I stand with no cash.
We are torn down by being beaten or blasted.
Maybe Hitler thinks all Jews should be trashed.
One thing that is not really cool?
All Jews are segregated from the great German schools.
Our God seems to be unreliable.
Therefore, us Jews are considered undesirable.
My depression is growing because my God isn’t near.
I can’t numb the pain because I can’t afford beer.
One thing is for sure, my God is not found.
Life is hard without Him around.
Yep, I’m a proud mama.