The Last Two Days of Passover

The Baal Shem Tov, holy man

with a sense of humor (wouldn’t you

like to hear those jokes) said a special meal

should happen. Right now. Another rabbi

Shalom Dov Ber added another

four cups of wine. So we met for dinner

at a Somali  restaurant. And although that might not be

what the Baal Shem Tov had in mind,

we celebrated each other, went to an old Harlem

jazz club, Paris Blues.  Woman at the door,

beautiful Dominican named Esther sat with us a while.

Once married  to an Israeli who died

( married again. An African now) hugged us

goodbye. Chag Pesach Sameyach she said,

Then, Next Year.

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

4 Comments

  1. love your passover poem!!! i’ve been wondering how come i haven’t gotten your poems as i subscribed. well………they’ve been going into spam!!!! so i just did something to try to undo that. look forward to more of your goodies!!!

    hope both of you are well!!!

    happy passover, regardless of where and what you eat 🙂

    hugs!!

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