The forty-seventh Moon Prize goes to Nancy Gerber's poem "In the Garden, Stuttgart."

In the Garden, Stuttgart

by Nancy Gerber

Captive forever in black and white,

my family seated in the garden.

Great Uncle Louis, Great Grandma Clara,

her daughters, Flora and Ilse,

my father, his sister Ruth,

their cousins Lore and Peter.

The year is 1930, my father seven.

No one imagines the gassings.

Five years later Flora is gone.

Felled by infection from an asylum,

her mind diseased

before her body.

My grandfather Kurt reappears

to care for his children

though he has married

another woman.

After the war, a reunion,

for those who are left.

The U.S. their new home.

Learn a new tongue. Try to forget.

The garden still beckons but my father

returned only once.

I’ve never been, though at night

I dream of deep forests, rushing rivers

a woman’s voice calling Mein Leibschen,

a castle where everyone waltzes.

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This poem is excerpted with permission from the author’s poetry chapbook, We Are All Refugees (New Feral Press, 2017). For more information or to order copies please contact Nancy Gerber at nancygerber79@gmail.com.

Nancy Gerber writes fiction, poetry, and essays. Her most recent book, A Way Out of Nowhere (Big Table Publishing), is a collection of short stories featuring female protagonists negotiating the complexities of relationships; it is available on Amazon.