Writ & Whimsy

Sitting ‘round the table hands joined.

Hungry kids squirm. Food awaits.

Grandpa leads in prayer,

“Our Father in Heaven, mnmnm…mnmnmnm…mnmnmn…”

His gravelly voice marches on, earnest but unclear.

”Bless the hands that prepared…”

You could always catch that part. 

“Nnmnmnm…guide, guard and protect us.

In Jesus name, Aaaa-MEN!” 

Conclusion snapping like a salute.

Supper is served.