Miriam Serota

Frankfurt, Germany

(b.) September 28, 1963, Vilnius, Lithuania; (p.) Michael Kotler, Leah Kotler; (Sp.) Lee Bryan Serota, July 15, 1990; (ch.) Aaron Serota; (Occ./ed.): Pharmaceutical Consultant (certified) ; Cambridge First Certificate and Cambridge Proficiency Certificate in English; Intermediate German language diploma (Goethe Institute); Advanced German language and literature diploma (Goethe Institute) (Writings): poem "Rebecca" included in 1995 version of National Library of Poetry's "Sparkles in the Sand," included on "Sound of Poetry /Editors Favorites cassette. Poem "It Burns" to be included within 1997 version of "Best Poems of the 90s"; short stories: "The Lover", "The Stranger", "The Revenge", "A Train Ride to Milan"; Member, International Society of Poets; contest semifinalist 1996 with "A Farewell to Life". Compiled a poetry volume, titled "Verses of Life", presently working on a new volume, entitled "Visions". "In poetry lies the freedom of mind."

The Winds of War

Scattered in all directions,
Lovers gone,
blown by the winds of war.
Bereaved and abandoned stand their nests,
where they planted seeds of love and hope.

Aaron

My son,
my heart,
my soul.
I gave you life.

I adore the sunrise in your eyes,
the heaven in your smile,
the way you talk.
One day you will spread your wings to make a home.

A Farewell to Life

I know I am going to die tomorrow.
But I don't want to die.
I want to wake up in the morning
to hear the birds sing on the tree,
breath the misty air of dawn.

I want to see the sunset above the sea,
smells the scent of flowers,
run through the corn fields,
feel the moisture of earth under my bare feet
to sense that I am still alive.

I want to taste your kiss,
the salt of your tears,
cry out to heaven for righteousness:
"Lord, if you only let me live!"

Goodbye my love, goodbye my life that I loved so much-
too much.
My heart aches at the thought of leaving you.
Death is standing at the door, waiting to take me into his arms.
Away from you. Away from life.

But at least I know what I am dying for.
I am dying for you to live.
All poems Copyright © 1996 Miriam Serota. All rights reserved.