Happy Passover

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.

14 thoughts on “Happy Passover

  1. Happy Passover. I wasn’t sure if that was an appropriate thing to say. I don’t celebrate, but I respect everyone’s beliefs and I know they are rooted in tradition that goes beyond anything we understand.

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  2. I love this post, you words get right to the deeper meaning of the Passover, “the adversity my ancestors overcame is part of my soul. The gratitude I feel for my freedom is because of their great strength.” This is absolutely brilliant. Hugs, C

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