The Peace of New Jersey

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December 6, 2016 by Ray Yanek

houseSome mixed emotions with this poem.  I fell in love the first time I read through it and it touched me–deeply.  I thought about the words for a long while and then thought that this is a poem that many, many of my students need to hear.

Then I grew a little sad because of the fact that many, students did, in fact, need to hear this poem…

New Jersey 

By: Craig Morgan Teicher

I was afraid the past would catch up with me,
would find this new house too like the scarred
old childhood home. But it hasn’t yet. A tree
casts soft and gentle shade over our green yard.
I feel forgiven all the sins I didn’t commit
for long minutes at a time. What were they?
I can’t now think of anything wrong with me—I fit
in these rooms, can mostly agree to each day.
For long minutes I don’t even blame my mother
for dying, my father for spending years in bed.
My little traumas are just souvenirs of other
lives, of places I might have once visited.
I’m mostly a father here, a husband, barely a son.
The big sun rises early here, as I do, with everyone.

From: poets.org

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