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
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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