The Burial

     His days he spent pleasantly 
        as befit his soft upbringing
     running the family business
        counting the money pouring in
      leaving the real work to his brother

      One day their father passed – 
         deciding to attend the burial
       he was startled to see a rabbi presiding
          father was not Jewish, was he  

      Does that mean, he wondered – 
          could it be that I’m Jewish 
      But he dismissed the preposterous thought
          buried it deep in his conscience
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July 9, 2025 at 7:51 PM
I get the feeling this poem is more than the realization of a non-practicing family focusing on making money. A family that doesn't practice their faith may as well not wear a label, I guess. I thought it was really good of the son to decide to attend his father's funeral. Yikes.
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