For first seder I'm wearing
your earrings, turquoise and onyx.
Will they act as microphones
transmitting wirelessly to olam ha-ba
every compliment on your jewelry,
the sound of your youngest grandson
singing the questions high and clear?
In return maybe they'll whisper to me
a request to nudge my father on this night
of all nights not to wear bluejeans.
Maybe they'll let my hear an echo
of your fingers at a piano on high.