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For Leah at 70
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Norma Ketzis Bernstock


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We didnít need that trip to Disney World,
we can laugh anywhereó
even in an Eckerd Drug Store,
in the vitamin aisle,
reading supplement labels. †
I donít remember which description
triggered the giggles;
was it Glucosamine Chondroitin
or Ginkgo Biloba?
Maybe not the labels,
but a memory from ten years before
when eye creams dominated our sister-talk.
You claimed Revlon diminished fine lines
better than Clinique,
with its iridescent pearls and sea green glow.† †

Weíve laughed our way through the perils
of hair removers, dyes, and magnification mirrors. †
Even Alan Kingís monologue at Kutsherís Hotel
was no match for the humor we saw
in Lobby Bingo and the pitch-black Starlight Lounge. †

Remember how our mother buried forks
in potted plants to kosher them,
how she pinned camphor bags to our clothes
to ward off disease, how I identified your boyfriends
by their resemblance to fruits and vegetables?
(Was your husband the cucumber?)

Your matinee idols like Eddie Fisher and Sinatra
became mine,
though the Roller Derby was yours alone.
I may not cheer for the Mets or watch hockey on TV,
but I will always seek out your advice. †
What I need to know now isó
Does Glucosamine really work
and how long will these hot flashes last?


© by Norma Ketzis Bernstock.
Used with the authorís permission.†††
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Norma Ketzis Bernstock, though raised in a suburb of New York City, now enjoys life as an artist and poet in the beauty of the Delaware Water Gap National Recreation Area. Retired after 34 years in education, mostly as a School Media Specialist, her writing desk overlooks dense foliage and one of her greatest joys is observing the wildlife sauntering past her window when they donít know theyíre being watched. Norma is the author of one chapbook from Big Table Publishing,Donít Write a Poem About Me After Iím Dead. She's hard at work on two new manuscripts.


Post New Comment:
NormaB:
Thank you everyone for your responses! Loved reading them!
Posted 08/07/2022 05:55 PM
cork:
I love a poem that is clear and unambiguous. Thank you.
Posted 08/07/2022 05:45 PM
Anastasia:
What fun! I grew up with brothers, so am sharing this poem with a few of my women-friendswe've known each other so many years (all in our 50s and 60s know), we have grown up together, just starting in our 20s or later, instead of as kids!
Posted 08/07/2022 04:03 PM
Nabby Dog:
This is a very poignant poem that acknowledges and celebrates the "love history" we have with our sisters. The many specific details bring it to life in a delightful manner.
Posted 08/07/2022 12:43 PM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
love this poem. Favorite stanza: Remember how our mother buried forks in potted plants to kosher them, how she pinned camphor bags to our clothes to ward off disease, how I identified your boyfriends by their resemblance to fruits and vegetables? (Was your husband the cucumber?)
Posted 08/07/2022 11:50 AM
KevinArnold:
Great fun. Brava!
Posted 08/07/2022 10:18 AM
Lori Levy:
Totally identify. I laugh a lot with my sisters (and brother)!
Posted 08/07/2022 10:08 AM
Wilda Morris:
A fun poem!
Posted 08/07/2022 10:03 AM
Larry Schug:
Not having any sisters to observe, I find this poem quite enlightening to a still clueless old man. Well done.
Posted 08/07/2022 08:26 AM
Angela:
Your delight and love for your sister is so clear. I loved this poem.
Posted 08/07/2022 07:47 AM
Joan Luther:
Sisterhood! I smiled and grinned through the Gingko Biloba of your woven your words!
Posted 08/07/2022 07:11 AM


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