Local Poets Showcase: Carol Ragab, Irene Romanovsky And Leona Garber

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
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

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Photo via Flickr/pawpaw67
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 do

Like walking through the park hand in hand
Or making castles in the sand
Eating ice cream or watching a flick
You patting my forehead when I was sick
I miss you so much
Your passing still painful
I named my son after you
My grandpa, my grishinka
My son’s name is Gabriel
Photo via Flickr/Adobe stock
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.

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