By Rabbi Pamela Frydman © 2009
I left the womb Barth home
With its endless staples and sweets for Pesach,
With friendship and conversation
Even more delicious than the tasty Pesach morsels,
To wander the streets of galut
With sights and sounds and smells of hametz
Being consumed under my very nose.
I traveled to my boy,
The consummate Pesach cook,
Who gladly deferred to mom tonight
As he and his roommates feasted on my
Simple meal of baked chicken, tsimmis and broccoli
While talking of academic accomplishments,
Plans for the future, summer,
And our foray at the end of chag to the land of hametz.
In the kitchen, we talked of earlier feasts,
Of matzo balls and chicken with duck sauce,
And stirred fried veggies and matzo meal latkes,
Prepared in this humble college abode
Between soccer and work
Basketball and BBB board meetings.
Later, before the TV with movie blaring,
They consumed matzo and grapes in that order
Like Eli and Micaela with Yish and Miriam,
Between turns at Nintendo and Wii,
Also features of this college abode.
The rituals prepare ror a new generation
Embracing the pasty leaven-less treats
That satisfy with the promise
That better days are coming as we count them.