BRIDGE OF FLOWERS, EASTER MORNING
Because we had to hurry
to go through the river
and our bread fell off our backs.
I was an Israelite.
I love the daffodils best.
They're all growing.
That's what spring is.
Matzah is a kind of bread.
There's water on this side
of the bridge. And on
the other side too. I think
over there is a different river.
Today's prompt at NaPoWriMo invites us to write a poem in the voice of a family member. One of the suggestions they offer is one's four-year-old niece. I opted for the voice of our four-year-old son.
The first stanza contains his explanation of why we eat matzah at Passover. And we did actually walk over a bridge of flowers this morning.