Sins of the Fathers – a poem
Sins of the Fathers
I am on a train in winter
leaving Kraków
Just having stolen my grandfather,
the Rabbi’s silver
beard
A young woman sits on the bench
across from me. She smiles at me
as if she knows what I’ve done.
So I weave his beard into a small child
who sits very still next to me
till a draft makes him sway
My breath fogs the window
everything is so white, I can’t
make anything out –
except my grandfather looking
into the old mirror, rubbing
the stubble of his face
not recognizing himself.
© 2025 Chris Leibow — Salt Lake City artist and poet.
poetry, collage art, mixed media,
Explore more art at leibow.art.
Christopher
Christopher Leibow is a poet, visual artist and a sensei is a lay minister with Bright Dawn Way of Oneness Buddhism and is the sensei and founder of the Salt Lake Buddhist Fellowship which he has led for ten years. He has had his art and poetry published international. He lives in Salt Lake City and spends his time with his two youing boys Teague and Ronen
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