Adorable was the first word that came to my mind - then I scrolled down to see it is clearly the mot juste! Gorgeous happy looking child. You and Linda are lucky grandparents.
I was born in a refugee camp in Germany after World War II, and came with my parents Jan and Tekla and my sister Donna to the United States as Displaced Persons in 1951. My Polish Catholic parents had been slave laborers in Nazi Germany. Growing up in the immigrant and DP neighborhoods around Humboldt Park in Chicago, I met Jewish hardware store clerks with Auschwitz tattoos on their wrists, Polish cavalry officers who still mourned for their dead horses, and women who walked from Siberia to Iran to escape the Russians. My poems try to remember them and their voices.
These poems have appeared in my chapbook Language of Mules and in both editions of Charles Fishman’s anthology of American poets on the Holocaust, Blood to Remember.
Since retiring from teaching American Literature in 2005, I've written two new books about my parents. My new poems about them appear in my books Echoes of Tattered Tongues (Aquila Polonica, 2017) and True Confessions (Darkhouse Books, 2019).
4 comments:
She is adorable. What a cute little red dress for a cute little redhead. Hope she found plenty of eggs.
Daiva
What adorable pictures.
So cute! I can't wait to see you all tomorrow!
Adorable was the first word that came to my mind - then I scrolled down to see it is clearly the mot juste! Gorgeous happy looking child. You and Linda are lucky grandparents.
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