The Coatrack

Down the hall, on holidays, A coatrack would appear, Which meant that for some company Those tenants were in gear. Some folding chairs and tables Also waited by the door So when visitors arrived, there would Be room for many more. As years went by, they didn’t seem To need those extra seats. Perhaps they traveled elsewhere To some kith and kin retreats. But then I heard sad news – The man in 9F passed away. For Shiva* calls, a coatrack Was back in the hall today. We gather for events of joy Though time will take its toll And likely someday guests will Come together to console. *A Jewish ritual of condolence