For days and days, I cleaned and prepped for my Passover celebration.
I pulled the unwanted weeds until my hands blistered and my back ached.
I tended to the little sunflower seeds sprouting in my garden.
They were planted as a way of holding out hope for peace on our Earth.
I dusted and vacuumed the house from the crown molding to the baseboards.
Removing any chametz is a part of the Passover tradition.
I am always searching for something new to add to my Seder meal.
This year was no exception, even with it being a small affair.
I find joy and comfort preparing for my special celebration.
My childhood memories, as well as those as an adult, are joyful.
I hope that my grandchildren understand the meaning of Passover.
The adversity my ancestors overcame is part of my soul.
The gratitude I feel for my freedom is because of their great strength.