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Bygone Grace

Something touched me long ago in black-and-white old movies The sight of someone sitting down, and just before she ate Folding hands and saying Grace, the food warm on her plate It never left me, truth be told, and with each passing year When I think back to simpler times, I'm always moved to tears June 26, 2019 Iambic Heptameter

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 6/26/2019 2:07:00 PM

Loved this and have seen it often at a restaurant - families often hold hands and say grace just after their meal is placed in front of them - it is a touching sight - great write. Hugs and blessings Jennifer.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/26/2019 2:16:00 PM

Thank you for the fascinting comment... Since I have only frequented non-kosher restaurants in person---only in the movies---I have never seen what you've described, although I can certainly picture it...Different, a bit, from the style of the single lady, plainly but classily dressed, in the restaurant of the 1950's. Warm wishes, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/25/2019 7:04:00 PM

Beautiful write, my friend. Touching.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/25/2019 8:21:00 PM

Thank you, Caren. Greatly appreciated. :) gw

M. L. Kiser

Date: 6/25/2019 5:09:00 PM

Quite a powerful pen, Gershon. Beautifully done.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/25/2019 8:20:00 PM

Thanks! I was satisfied with this one (for a change). I appreciate the appreciation. Best wishes, Gershon