- My Father Never Had Temples
My father taught me about faithWhile he touched my hairHis hand was the conscience of my lifeHis kindnessAnother commandment that I learned to spread around.My father never had templesOr golden richesHe was a devotée of truthAnd knew how to cure sadnessWith his tiny hand thatFit in mine.
He handed me imaginary biblesAnd blue nights when faithWas simply knowing that one was alive.That was his faithAnd he was my faithThe Ten CommandmentsThat he always gave me whileWe counted the stars. [End Page 83]
Marjorie Agosín grew up in Santiago Chile hearing the stories of her family who escaped the Holocaust as well as the pogroms. Agosín has documented her family's lives in two memoirs A Cross and a Star and Always from Somewhere Else. She is the author of Among the Angels of Memory, a collection of poetry dedicated to her great grandmother. The author of nearly twenty books as well as the recipient of important literary and Human Rights awards, Agosín is a professor of Spanish at Wellelsey College where she teaches courses on the literature of Latin American Jewish women and on human rights.