Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

Eyes Heavenward

      tarnished cup
        of silver      
      family heirloom
      wrinkled hands 
      all a-tremble
        pindrop silence
        in the room

      eyes lifted
      heavenward
      will he remember
         the words… 

      Blessed art Thou
      O Lord our God
      King of the Universe,
        Who creates
        the fruit of the vine

      Amen
      Smiles all around

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Linda Alice Fowler June 30, 2025 at 10:50 AM Being a fine Baptist woman, my grandmother did not allow liquor in the house, betting games, or foul language. But she never failed to have a small glass of wine before bed. She lived to 98 yo! God rest her. Loved this write gw. :)

Ilene Bauer June 27, 2025 at 5:30 PM very touching, gershon! reminds me of my zaide (my great-grandfather) who used to have a shot of whiskey every night before dinner (without the prayer, though, unless it was silent). he had very shaky hands and we all used to watch those hands trembling as they lifted the glass, but he never spilled a drop! Gershon Wolf June 28, 2025 at 8:28 PM Gosh, thank you so much for recounting the story of your zaide, Ilene. Very touching as well! :) Gershon