Baron Wormser

A Wishful Poem

In a kindly world a family sits down to dinner.
The father praises the mother’s cooking.
He bows his head and offers a prayer.
Vendettas do not fracture the fragile air.

In a kindly world a mother softly frets.
The meat could have been more tender.
She needs to buy a small packet of lace.
A tyrant has not killed the tenor of grace.

In a kindly world a daughter confesses a hope.
She speaks of a teacher who has praised her.
She smiles – a moment she can touch and recall.
The years do not collapse like a shattered wall.

In a kindly world a son talks about his studies.
He intends to be a scientist, a chemist.
He tells a story about a shy classmate.
History does not propose a drastic fate.

In a kindly world a poet sits at the table.
He recites a poem about the honey of peace.
He feels the gentleness in the evening darkness.
Grief does not offer an impossible test.

In a kindly world a poet does not write this.
As best he can, he blesses the passing hour,
Trusts these people will endure time’s strife,
And love the stillness of a quiet night.

Baron Wormser is the author of twenty books.