It wasn’t a Stradivarius.
The Nazi’s cared less.
But he’d made it sing
knew which notes would be needed
coax a smile.
Grandpa couldn’t have imagined
so long after his life’s door
clanged shut
how his last wishes would
ignite the competitive flame
of sibling rivalry or
revisit the stench
of his youngest infant
wrapped in blue
his two older sons
forced
to dig up
rebury
elsewhere.
Published by
C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2016, her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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