I HAD A DREAM...

I had a dream
and in it children were no longer mistreated,
women were no longer battered, and
animals were loved and cared for

I had a dream
where the lyrics to that old song,
"Ain't Goin' To Fight No War No More"
became a reality and our damaged
ecology was making a come-back

I had a dream
where religions became truly religious,
where politicians thought of their
constituants...at least once in a while

I had a dream
where judges and juries had the same goal...justice,
where illness was overcome,
where might did not make right,
and right's will was done

I had a dream
where people from all over,
no matter their language,
no matter their religion,
no matter their nationality,
dropped their imagined differences
and began to build a future,
a future that will lead the world,
if not the individual,
to immortality

I had a dream...or did I?

© 12/99 Edward E. Weinblum

ODE TO MY FATHER

My father, what can I say
was he a hero?
He helped find guns and ammo
for Israel in 1948
so yes. He was a hero.

Everyone loved him, so they say
even the Playboy Bunnies he worked with
came to the house, their respects to pay.

He was good to all around him
except to his family who loved him.
A psychiatrist would say
that that's 'cause he already had us--
and knew it
so he didn't have to put on a show
we were his already--get it?

He divorced my mother
leaving me behind
or so it seemed
when I was just a child

Growing up we saw or talked to each other often
but never about anything important
Not that we had secrets, I don't think
we just never got to sharing
our innermost thoughts about anything

He left Germany at only seventeen
spent the war years in Shanghai, China
had four dollars in his pocket
a wife, me on the way, what could be finer?

But he lived through it any way he could
and came to America
as he always hoped he would

Here he was cheated out of his stamp business by a partner,
became manager of food service at The New York Yale Club,
The New York Playboy Club, Tavern on the Green, and then
the Rainbow Room at Rockefeller Center and oh yes,
somewhere in between, the New York Merchandise Mart

He knew stars, he knew bunnies,
he knew the movers and the shakers
to all he was Jack
and they loved him

But I miss that we never really got close
as much my fault as his, 'cause I'm that way too
I wish I had gotten to really know him
his thoughts, his desires
now it's too late, too late, too late.

© 01/01 Edward E. Weinblum

ODE TO JUDY

Losing a loved one is always hard
  I know. I've been there and done that
But something I've learned
  and am willing to share
is to remember the good times
  the everyday good times
these are the times
  about which to care

Judy was a kind person
  someone you could depend on
She was always understanding
  she was always giving

And she will be remembered, rest assured
  by her family, by her friends
and by everyone she ever touched
  who grew to love her, as we did, so much.

© 12/00 Edward E. Weinblum

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