I came from bagels and
Nova Scotia lox
Sunday mornings when
families would sit
At the table together
I came from Brooklyn and
Queens N.Y.
Family circles and
Cousins clubs
Parents from Russia
With suitcases filled with Oppression depression
I came from despair and Anger from the womb of
A mother who should
Not have been
The youngest of four
Two sisters and a brother
Some in between my birth
Whom I will never know
They just came and went
