Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Oma - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

To visit you was our treat,
my older brother loved you.
Though from the moment we did meet
you thought I wasn't up to
the standards of a first-born son
whose name was true tradition.
Yet you allowed us to have fun
and Opa took us fishing.

Each afternoon, cocoa and cake:
At three o'clock precisely.
You'd built from scratch this special bake,
'twas tasty, went down nicely.

I still recall your hairy hand
that held the kitchen knife.
Two slices cut, as per demand:
Our faces grew alive.

Those were the days and they did end
but what I failed to see,
is why my brother's piece of cake
was always bigger
-always BIGGER-
than was the one for me.

Comments about Oma by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (11/19/2004 7:34:00 PM)

    Oma/Opa taught me what love is NOT. SHE showed me what is. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/19/2004 7:52:00 AM)

    Oma? Opa? Bigger piece of cake? Who blew out your candle?
    Come back...look into the light. Where is the love?
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  • (11/19/2004 4:01:00 AM)

    Now I hear the boy and the man (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 19, 2004

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