Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

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 June 26, 2019 at 2:07 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 June 26, 2019 at 2:16 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 June 25, 2019 at 7:04 PM Beautiful write, my friend. Touching. Gershon Wolf June 25, 2019 at 8:21 PM Thank you, Caren. Greatly appreciated. :) gw

M. L. Kiser June 25, 2019 at 5:09 PM Quite a powerful pen, Gershon. Beautifully done. Gershon Wolf June 25, 2019 at 8:20 PM Thanks! I was satisfied with this one (for a change). I appreciate the appreciation. Best wishes, Gershon