Her Heart Flutters
Stripped of friends and family
she lives in squalor’s misery
The tiny tenement room
bespeaks her gloom and doom
Yet when Friday evening arrives
her heart flutters, comes alive
Ignited by kindling Sabbath lights
her face aglow throughout the night
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2025
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