Hidden Story

My grandfather never told me

why my older cousins shunned him.

I didn’t know why he guilted us

before he left the country.

It wasn’t until after he died

I finally heard the secret.

He badgered them for money

to bring relatives from Nazi Germany.

Because of him, we didn’t suffer utter desolation.

But he suffered for his deeds, painful isolation.

response poem to 

• Day 20, it almost didn’t happen, in the Garden of Neuro Institute Poetry Circle

• 8/20 Seed of the Week, Desolation, in Medusa’s Kitchen: https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/08/cryogenics-and-two-part-inventions.html