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Today's prompt: Write about a family celebration
Today's poem:
Passover
We gather every April,
Family not seen one year to the next,
To honour tradition, culture and religion,
In our own small way.
You - mother, sister, wife, aunt,
Preside over the proceedings like clockwork,
Everything and everyone set just so,
Juggling invisible balls in perfect arcs.
So comes the time for prayer and blessings,
Over wine and food, for peace and salvation.
We read, we drink, we eat and remember.
The stories are our own, yet belong to all.
Good food and wine takes its toll,
We sit up until early hours,
Each year learning something new,
About the others and ourselves.
I think of other families sitting in the same way,
Each with their own traditions,
But each praying, reading, drinking and eating.
Sharing stories, history, laughing and talking,
Remembering it all.
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