The Seder

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings 2 - Prompt #331,
I Didn't Sign Up For This . . .

All the family I took
for granted always sat
at this long table on
the first night of
Passover.  Most of them
are not here tonight.  Those 
who knew the prayers in Hebrew
and English, understanding
the true meaning, those 
who added laughter, those 
who told tales.  Each person's
presence, a vital part
of the whole.  Now we are
all the family.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to The Seder

  1. Heart breaking yet heart warming. ❤️


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