Pesach arrived,
Whether I liked it or not
My favorite time of year,
Or so not.
Everyday things
Were put away,
Locked up for safekeeping,
And I had no say.
Out came my pots and pans
And all of my Pesach supplies.
I worried that all I would eat
Would be potato fries.
Where would everything go,
Where would I put all of my stuff?
I knew from the start
That this week would be rough.
And then what do you know,
I had the surprise of my life
When my couch became the holding space
For my gadgets, utensils and even my knife.
Oh, how I struggled
To find what I needed!
I searched and searched,
Until I overheated.
A food processer here,
A mixing bowl there,
Would I find what I needed?
That was my fear.
How unsettling it was
To have my stuff lying everywhere –
Would this week ever end?
How much could I bear?
All the Pesach treats,
Like kugel and cake,
Potatoes and soup,
I so much wanted to make.
And what about me
And my poor couch?
When I tried to sit,
It was a very big ouch.
But as the week went by,
I stopped to think –
Maybe this situation
Won’t drive me to drink.
Maybe it’s not
So bad after all,
It wasn’t so chaotic,
And into a deep depression, I didn’t fall.
I figured it out
Day by day,
Meat and dairy items-
Each got a place to stay.
I cooked all my food,
And even managed to sit.
And I have to say, I liked it –
A little bit.
This year, Pesach came,
And it began as a dread,
But I chose to be positive,
And I truly enjoyed it instead.