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# Local Poets Showcase: Carol Ragab, Irene Romanovsky And Leona Garber
- URL: https://bklyner.com/local-poets-showcase-carol-ragab-and-harold-b-garber-sheepshead-bay/
- Published: 2016-10-22T14:29:40.000Z
- Updated: 2016-10-21T21:19:38.000Z
- Author: Bensonhurst Bean
- Tags: Arts & Culture, Nonsponsored, Sheepshead Bay, Southern Brooklyn, local poets, poetry, poetry showcase, #wp

This is the first of our Local Poets Showcase, which will be featured here every Saturday morning. We are starting off strong with three amazing local poets: Carol Ragab, Irene Romanovsky, and Leona Garber.

![Photo via Flickr/Mike Babcock](/content/images/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/194987115_9385f36ee5_z.jpg)

Photo via Flickr/Mike Babcock

***Primal Disconnect by Carol Ragab***

The baby cried itself to sleep  
And in the morning looked around  
Nothing had changed  
The crib bars still trapped her  
And she felt all alone

A woman now cries herself to sleep  
And in the morning looks around  
Everything has changed  
But she feels all alone  
Imprisoned still, by that crib long ago

![Photo via Flickr/pawpaw67](/content/images/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/805712716_7cec8a95e0_z.jpg)

Photo via Flickr/pawpaw67

***Untitled by Irene Romanovsky***

Sometimes late at night when I think of you  
I smile to myself about the things we used to doLike walking through the park hand in handOr making castles in the sandEating ice cream or watching a flickYou patting my forehead when I was sickI miss you so muchYour passing still painfulI named my son after youMy grandpa, my grishinkaMy son’s name is Gabriel

![Photo via Flickr/Adobe stock](/content/images/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/7145372991_b629d288a0_z.jpg)

Photo via Flickr/Adobe stock

***Dad by Leona Garber***

That’s it, he’s gone.  
But he was alive yesterday.  
Then why is the sun still shining, birds singing, and

children laughing.  
Flags were not lowered, it wasn’t on the news.  
Didn’t his life have meaning.  
All he wanted was to please his wife and children.  
And spoil his grandchildren.  
His life has meaning to us.  
And so, it reads beloved husband, father, and  
grandfather.  
His life meant something to us.

*If you would like to have your work of poetry or fiction showcased on Sheepshead Bites, then email editor@sheepsheadbites.com.*