Letter
from the Maternity Ward After the Birth of Cole Ronin
I sit
here,
Your
great-grandchild in my arms,
Your
granddaughter asleep.
My
grandson not an hour old.
He cries,
a healthy sound of air
Rushing
from his tiny lungs.
You’re
gone, but
Here now too,
to hear him.
The word kol
in Hebrew means voice
And
ronin suggests song.
Thus, my
father, you will see
That this
little man must sing.
He opens
his eyes to look up at me,
Questioning.
Bruce J.
Berger is an MFA candidate in creative writing at American University in
Washington, DC, working with poet David Keplinger. Bruce’s short fiction and
poetry have been published in a variety of literary journals. He lives in
Silver Spring, Maryland, with his wife, Laurie. His grandson, Cole Ronin Haim,
was born on March 5, 2016.
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