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.
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