SPOUSE AS HOME
I didn't know he
was my shul
my language
my mother tongue
and prayer
the zeyde I lost
and bubbies
I never had.
Or that he was my homeland.
And exile.
My nakedness.
I didn't know
when I met him
twenty-five years ago
that I had needed
a place to
dwell
in.
Or that knowing
turned less
into more.
And more
into
less.
Oh,
where
shall I dwell
when he's
gone
Where
shall
I
when
he's ...
-Esther Altshul Helfgott
Kent State University Press, 2009, Literature and Medicine Series
WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING
Esther, your book came late yesterday, I glanced through, cried a little and had to put it down. Your writing moves me today as much as it did when I first discovered our Abe connection accidently. I felt blessed then and continue to feel blessed by knowing you.
I am going to order another book for the daughter of a friend whose husband (in his 50's) is in the middle of this horrendous journey. I will post a picture of how your book looks in Houston, TX.