A poem about that first day after shiva, when a mourner walks into a room of people for the first time. About my experience mourning Papa (my father Ken Kipnes).
Tag: Mourning
‘Tis an Apt Metaphor for a Mourner
A poem written on a Jetblue flight carrying me home from my father's funeral. Flying as a metaphor...
Facing Shiva: I Don’t Like Being that One
Spoken word poetry about a rabbi who now has to be the one who sits shiva and let's other take care of him.
Seeing Daddy in the Mirror
Spoken word poetry about seeing Dad in the mirror, and seeing dad within me.
“Reality of a Death” Mantra
A mantra that I repeated again and again when I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that my father had in fact died.
I Never Knew: A Rabbi’s Poem about Mourning
A spoken word poem about a rabbi who realizes that after all the pastoral support for people whose loved ones have died, he never really knew what it felt like. Until his own father died.