Thursday, March 26, 2015


My grandfather Max was quite religious
Until he got married, my aunts tell me.
My grandmother, though, had her doubts.
At some point her doubts apparently decided.
They actually liked him very much better
And began following him about everywhere.
At the very height of the busy season
Max would have to work almost without stop
He and the other tailors would snatch brief naps
On the long cutting tables.  While he slept
His wife's doubts purred quietly on his chest.
Deserted by her doubts, Esther, my grandmother,
Bitterly decided to keep the most kosher kitchen
On all of
Snediker Avenue. It got to the point
That rabbis sometimes called to consult her
On abstruse points of dietary law.

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