Jewish Soul Poetry


Jewish Soul Poetry


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By Mark Mazer

Ice trays, ice packs, ice cream, carrots, corn, broccoli,

Tupperware! A plastic box coated in frost

and inside, crystallized, stuffed cabbage --

now a mass of sauce and pulp. You

popped it out, plopped it in a pot

added water and watched it simmer

over a blue flame.

The burnt sweet and sour smell

made our kitchen a sizzling shtetl

and when the goo boiled and bubbled

you filled two bowls with the red-handled ladle.

For the last time you ate your mother’s food

but I couldn’t pass it through my lips.

“Seems to embody her soul,” I said.

You sipped and nodded yes.


from the July 2007 Edition of the Jewish Magazine

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