(updated version of April 3, 2012 Passover/Easter Blog)
On Easter Sundays when I was young
We went to the Buffalo Zoo
To participate in the egg hunts
We found nothing, had no clue.
Until we spoke to the egg-hider
Dad always knew “The Man”
He led us to the hiding places
We gathered pastel eggs and ran
To the booth to collect our prizes
Chocolate bunnies we took home
We ate our bunnies that same day
But this is not the end of my poem.
Passover was more than an egg hunt
It meant the world to me
We had Seders at Aunt Yetta’s
She lived downstairs of Grandma D.
Uncle Lou or Dad conducted
We had every homemade dish
Chopped liver with schmaltz, hard matzo balls
And Grandma’s gefilte fish.
Uncle Lou’s Seders went on and on
Dad happily skipped pages
Four questions were asked by eight first cousins
We came in a wide-range of ages.
We left Buffalo for work and marriage
And no longer returned for the Seder
Grandma Davidoff moved to Heaven
The next generation went later.
I didn’t make schmaltzy liver
When alone, then with Jonathan made Seders
Our grown kids asked four questions
It continues getting later.
Our kids and grandkids live elsewhere
We’re headed to Boston, Mass.
To Seder with Jonathan’s family
I miss my brood, alas.
We’ll be seeing some on Mother’s Day
California, soon we’ll come
Family photos surround me now
I hold one of Dad and Mum.
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