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Sonja Kaufman Poem
There once was a sweet thing named Cindy
Who tripped and went end over endy
She showed off her ass
To the delight of this lass
But alas, she's so straight she won't bendy.
Copyright © Sonja Kaufman | Year Posted 2013
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Sonja Kaufman Poem
I’ve already packed
Everything you need
For your trip, Little One.
“Yes,” she said,
“But I’ve never been
To Chicago before,
And I just might need
My old hairbrush
And this book I used to like,
And…” it all went
Into her backpack
I smiled then
And again later
As we walked the long concourse.
Steps faltered
And tears of fatigue flowed
Down my daughter’s face
Until a loving elder brother
Took the unnecessary burden
So we all
Could make our plane.
I shoulder my own
Unwieldy baggage,
And trudge with faltering step,
Tears of frustration
And fatigue
Rolling down my face.
I fail to acknowledge
That Father has sent me
Already fully equipped,
And I’m reluctant to release
My unnecessary burden
To the Brother who
Would carry it for me.
And in my obstinance
I just might miss
My flight!
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Sonja Kaufman Poem
How amazing that
The merest scent
Wafting through the air
Can transport
Through time and space
To places remembered,
And allow
For the re-creation
Of poignant moments.
The smell of
Fresh baked bread
Takes me to my
Mother’s kitchen table,
Surrounded by siblings
And neighbor kids
All partaking in the
Sacrament of this
Homemade staff of life,
With butter.
The odor of
Burning sweet grass
Transports me
To a darkened sky
And a dirt path
In the jungle of
Guatemala.
The fireflies hovered
‘Til I felt I walked
Among the stars.
Ahhh…roses,
They smell like Grandma,
And wood smoke
Is my Grandpa.
My daughter smells like
Sunshine,
And my son
Like fresh turned
Soil.
My wife is vanilla.
Today I added
A new favorite –
You, my dearest friend, are
Hazelnut coffee!
The smallest scent
And I’m with you,
Laughing and singing
And knowing pure joy.
If I could
Combine them all
Into one
Scratch and Sniff,
I would label it
LOVE!!!
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Sonja Kaufman Poem
When she finally understood
The pain she had caused
The hurt cut deep
Just like
Like the well honed
Plow Blade opens
The earth for planting
Laying bare and ready
The heart
But the sower
Stood ready
And the seeds were
Laid in fertile soil
And gently soothed over
With hands of love
Then came the rain
Healing tears and
Light in turn
There is hope here
For the fruit
That will be found
At harvest
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Sonja Kaufman Poem
It will never be forgotten
That slow brush of your lips,
That first time taste
Of sweet desire
As mouths fused
And hearts found
Their together beat.
It was more than lips and tongues that met
The day you kissed my soul.
Copyright © Sonja Kaufman | Year Posted 2013
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