The Limit

by Drora Matlofsky

'Where is René?'
Mum is furious.
'He didn't tell me he would come home late.
Your father really is the limit!'

The limit of what?
I wonder,
But she is so cross
I don't dare ask,

My father died seven years ago.
I don't dare tell her that either.

Drora Matlofsky has been living in Jerusalem since 1984. Her poetry in English has appeared in various poetry and Jewish magazines and her poetry in French can be found on the Poésie Française site.

Last updated January 17, 2016