For those who celebrate Passover we offer today’s poem by Liz Eisen.
written by Liz Eisen
Carefully her hands washed the china and set it on the table surrounding the brightly polished old brass candlesticks and the cut glass vase filled with flowers from her garden.
Gently her hands took out the Seder plate and placed the shank bone, bitter herbs, the egg, the charoset, karpas, and matzah upon it.
Meaningfully her hands created the meal: soup and gefilte fish, brisket and tsimmes, kugel, macaroons and baked apples.
Tenderly her hands cupped her grandson’s cheeks, held him warm in her grasp until he squirmed away.
Softly her hands struck the match, lit the candles and she waved them in front of her face one, two, three as she said the words of the prayer from her heart.
Respectfully her hands held the hagaddah and lifted the wine glass.
Joyfully her hands followed her voice as she sang each prayer and song.
Sorrowfully her hands broke the matzah and brought it to her mouth, reminding her bittersweetly of the past.
Lovingly her hands served the meal to her family; she passed each platter and smiled as they ate.
Purposefully her hands cleared the table.
Knowingly her hands washed the china, the pots and pans, the mugs and saucers.
Tenderly her hands waved goodbye and then she rested them against her chest, the house once again quiet.
Her hands were a blessing from God.