Ellis Island
By caleibow
My grandmother came through Ellis Island1922left Rumaniaand the step mother with an iron skillet,and her father the old Rabbi.Kiks, huddled massessick, poor, Jews.She loved America.Though my father made a 100 grand a year,she was never impressed.A kosher butcher with his own shopa man should be his own boss.That was her American dream for her sons.I was born in AmericaEllis Island was abandoned when I was bornthe walls crackedthe windows shattered ghosts coming to AmericaI don’t feel for America the way she did.Her America died in Throgs Neck New York 1983,and I can’t find my America,just ghosts crowding towards the turnstiles.Just wanted to see what all think. Written September 3rd, 2001 © on Sep 03 2001 03:04 AM PST 0 • 10
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"My grandmother came through Ellis Island1922left Rumaniaand the step mother with an iron skillet,and her father the old Rabbi.Kiks, huddled massessick, poor, Jews.She loved America.Though my father made a 100 grand a year,she was never impressed.A kosher butcher with his own shopa man should be his own boss.That was her American dream for her sons.I was born in AmericaEllis Island was abandoned when I was bornthe walls crackedthe windows shattered ghosts coming to AmericaI don’t feel for America the way she did.Her America died in Throgs Neck New York 1983,and I can’t find my America,just ghosts crowding towards the turnstiles.Just wanted to see what all think...."