Short Matzoh Poems

We covered all the bases – 
Told the story, though in brief.
With a toddler and an infant,
It brought everyone relief.

Moses, Pharaoh, matzoh,
Dipping veggies, drinking wine,
Taking turns with the Haggadah,
Festive meal on which to dine.

Every Seder’s slightly different
As my memories attest,
But with grandkids at the table,
This one ranks up with the best....

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Parking spots are plentiful
Just like they used to be.
The promenade is empty – 
On the benches, only me.

It’s Passover and Easter;
Folks are visiting their friends
Or families to celebrate
Before the daylight ends.

They’re either eating matzoh balls
Or possibly, a ham
With lots of homemade goodies
For desserts for all to cram.

I don’t know what the Easter people
Drink, but in New York,
We Pesach* folk drink Manischewitz,
Wine without a cork.

*Passover...

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The chicken soup’s a’boil,
Fluffy matzoh balls on tap.
We’ll use lots of eggs and oil
By the time we call a wrap.

All the pots and pans are waiting,
And the cookie sheets as well,
For the food we are creating
Which tradition does compel.

As we roast and bake and simmer
For this Friday’s festive meal,
I feel more than just a glimmer
Of this holiday’s appeal.

There’ll be dishes on the table
Made from recipes of old
And each taste will thus enable
Reminiscence to take hold....

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