Feb 2
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My Hand Reaches Yours
A Kimo for my young mother
This poem is a Kimo — the “haiku of Israel.”
Running through the woods–family dog ahead.
Laughing, my hand reaches yours.
Mother–you are still young.
There was a wooded area near the house where I spent my middle and high school years. My mother and I used to take the family dog —…
