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Lila
by Lisa Marie BrodskyWhen I heard you fell and possibly broke your hip, my breath stopped and my ears shut.
Oh Lila who loves to hula dance, who leapt into Stans arms, Lila from the
German prison camps, the abusive step-father, Lila of the left-behind Norway, the
New York City girl, glitz and blitz girl. Piano girl, humming girl. There are so
many stories you have yet to tell me before the mice burrow into your brain and chew the
wires. Lila of dancing electricity who must watch the others lose the ability to eat; you
think, once upon a time we had to ration.
11/16/2005 Author's Note: poem 2 from when I worked at an assisted living center with Alzheimer residents
Posted on 11/17/2005
Copyright © 2024 Lisa Marie Brodsky
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Delilah Coyne on 04/03/06 at 03:37 PM I like how you've used bits and pieces of stories of Lila's to make the reader want to know more about her and hear her stories as well. |
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