On the outpatient floor
Where you fill out the forms,
We joined masked people, distanced,
All following norms.
With the paperwork done,
You’d sit down until paged
But the person behind us
Was counter-engaged.
See, before he checked in,
His son whispered, “You know,
You can daven real soon –
In that corner you’ll go.”
For an Orthodox Jew
Must obey the commands
And to daven, or pray’s
What the Torah demands.
So my husband was called
Then the guy who was next,
Who was still in the corner
Reciting his text.
After surgery, he
And my husband came out.
Both were fine - one sans prayer,
The other devout.
Categories:
davening, today,
Form: Rhyme