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Bygone Grace

Something touched me long ago in black-and-white old movies
   The sight of someone sitting down, and just before she ate
Folding hands and saying Grace, the food warm on her plate

   It never left me, truth be told, and with each passing year
When I think back to simpler times, I'm always moved to tears


                            June 26, 2019
                         Iambic Heptameter

Copyright © Gershon Wolf

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