I didn’t know if I would be happy or safe.
My uncle met me at the boat on Ellis Island.
I open the door to my linen closet.
Run my hand slowly
touching fibers of a worn pillow case and two floral cloths.
They live on a shelf.
On a tape in my night stand I find my mother’s voice;
I like to remember the good times.
I was successful here.
I want to know more−
ask more questions,
see her search for memories
of her young life in Uman.
Things happened that you could never understand.
Why do you want to know about my past, she asks?
You are in America.