My Gratitude Undying

At eleven years old, by my Dad I was told that I'd soon be enrolled, in a special Hebrew program Try it for a year, my son, my dear Do not fear: It'll be over before you know it Hebrew you'll learn; for Torah you'll yearn To God you will turn. You'll thank me for this in the long run Well, my Dad was plain wrong. That year felt so long It dragged and dragged along. Then, voila! It just ended My Bar Mitzvah was good. I did my job like I should Ate as much food as I could. And told my father I was quitting My Dad was so sad. He felt I'd gone bad Didn't care I was glad. Told me I'd made a mistake... Years and years passed. My resolve didn't last Just as my Dad had forecast. He'd been right all along To God I had turned. For Torah I yearned Hebrew I burned to relearn. But now I was sad For Dad had passed away. His kindness unrepaid At his gravesite I pray ~ that he accept my gratitude undying September 01, 2020 Attitude of Gratitude Poetry Contest Sponsor: Francine Roberts