The Rabbi’s little son
Decked out in stripes
One leather strap
Over the edge
Of the black
Lacquer box wraps
The tefillin I
Have taken from my
Head as he is
Wrapped by the
Stripes on his shirt
As I watch
I am rapt
As the boy
As I unwrap
The left strap
From my arm
As the boy
Wraps the strap
Falls off as
He starts again
Wrapping one strap
Over the bulge
Of the next
As I watch
And think maybe
Maybe someday
I’ll be like him
I’ll be able to do this
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Terrific poem, Loren, and one that really speaks to me.
Posted by: David Lehman | December 27, 2020 at 10:52 AM