Beauty-Owed to Spring
A poem written by my father Joseph M Zimel. Tonight is the first night of Passover, a celebration loved by my mother. As we gather tonight at a Seder with friends I will remember my beloved parents. Kerfe told me it’s poetry month and I found a few of my dad’s poems.
It is a beautiful day today. Despite some recent trials and tribulations I am optimistic. Passover celebrates my tribe’s journey from slavery to freedom as well as the rebirth of nature. I am glad to be alive.