The Cha Cha Walk
In her nursing home garden,
my mother and I shuffle 'round the Mobius path
I pluck a velvet leaf from the Lamb's Ear
and smooth it on her cheek
We sing Sinatra songs, the soundtrack of my youth
"Don't Get Around Much Anymore"
Lyrics that once clung to her neurons as I did to her breast,
exhausted, release their grip
We do the Cha Cha Walk.
One, Two, OneTwoThree, One, Two, OneTwoThree
"Mom, do you know who I am?"
"Yes," she says, "someone who loves me"
Jean Fineberg is a professional jazz musician. Her poet father left a
new poem for her every day. She recently unearthed a book of
poems she wrote when she was eight. Publication of her work
includes Soliloquies Anthology, Vita Brevis, Uppagus, Riza Press, Literary
Yard, High Shelf Press and FLARE: The Flagler Review.
Her website is: jeanfineberg.com