The face is much like mine
in this photo, yellowed and cracked,
her lines soft, breast ample.
At sixteen, she gazes dreamily at the camera,
her eyes radiate innocence and expectations,
her life in Poland uncertain.
America is her future.
She folds her hands demurely over the skirt
of her printed cotton dress with lace collar.
If only I could whisper into her ear
and tell her what is to come.
I would tell her that she will toil like a mule
on the streets of New York City.
I would tell her of her family of four fine sons
and her three husbands.
I can still hear her heavy shoes clack
across the linoleum of her apartment,
her short round body shifting
back and forth with each step.
She would call to me with an accent
thick as Manischewitz wine,
envelop me with kisses,
tucking a quarter into my palm.
And I would look into that face,
her legacy passed down to me.
Gale Deitch
In Time, is scheduled for publication April, 2011 in the new anthology, “Life In Me Like Grass On Fire” by the Maryland Writer's Association.