On Rosh Hashanah
I listen to the ancient prayers
I've heard for all my life -
Before I was a nana
Or a mother or a wife.
I hear them only once a year
And though I know the tunes
I haven't felt entrenched
Like I once was in many moons.
Yet still I go to temple
And I think, as prayers are read,
That I'll always be connected,
Though by just the thinnest thread.
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