the Jewish couple
The Jewish couple
I have written about this before, but somehow
didn't get it right
My perceived brusqueness made them think of Cracow,
they had fled, their relatives lost in the turbulence
of a war where they, as civilians,
but Jews had their life made into nightmares.
There was a small sweet shop near my café,
selling my chocolate with nuts, so
one day, I walked in there to buy a bar of chocolate
The man behind the counter bent down and changed his hat.
His wife reached out and tried to give me a sweet.
The man wore a Panama hat
I spoke English to them, which eased the situation,
this tall Nazi-looking person was not a ghost from the past,
just a person with a sweet tooth.
I bought the chocolate, and we shook hands, told them I was in business to
had a café near them,
The sweet shop had visitors,
and the chocolate I bought had been in the shop too long; it was green.
But when I left the shop, I felt they didn't want me to come back,
I reminded them too much of the horror of Cracow.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2025
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