Growing Up Brooklyn

Written for:  NaPoWriMo – Day 18
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore.

‘Glad to know ya,’ Dad would say
smiling at a new acquaintance.
‘They’re comfortable,’ Mom would say,
when quizzed about someone
I thought was rich. I was comfortable
as well, but did not have every
new toy that came out.

‘Ma,’ I would yell, at our
second story window, ‘ice cream
man’s here.’ Mom would wrap
coins in a napkin, and throw
them down to me. She also
told me never to eat gum balls
from the penny machine
because they were painted.
I got wise to that one.

Grandparents spoke mainly Yiddish
and Russian. On holidays, if you grabbed
the wrong plate, Grandma would say,
‘Don’t mix me up the dishes.’
When my grandparents took me to
the local playground, Grandma would
make up ‘stories from the park,’
relayed in intermingling languages.

I wish I knew then, how much fun
it was to be a kid.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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1 Response to Growing Up Brooklyn

  1. Kathleen says:

    This is great! Great visuals!

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