Along with her food scraps for composting, 94-year-old Esther Lazarson often brings her latest poems to the scrap bins at the Farmer’s Market. There she finds an appreciative audience for her readings in Jerry, the bin manager, and other scrap-bringers nearby. In this photo by Judy Rosenblatt, she reads a poem on a chilly April day.
For Mother’s Day, to my sister
Being a mother is most to be pleased at
But being an auntie is not to be sneezed at.
So congratulations and thanks to all mothers that be,
Without you we couldn’t be aunties like me.
Esther Lazarson’s poem, WOMAN, appeared in the Hers issue of Honeysuckle 2017.