Easter Seder
Poetry by Diana Raab
As a child with Jewish roots
we didn’t celebrate Easter and Dad worked retail Sundays to sell chocolate eggs to excited children hidden in garden corners beside decorated frilly empty baskets laden with lingering dreams, but now that dad is gone, I miss memorable Passover Seders with hidden matzo and eggs soaked in salt water. I crave tradition more than this morning’s sun. So, today on my childhood holiday, I created a new tradition an egg dinner once a year, in father’s honor. And all of his family who perished in that unexplainable Holocaust. |
About the Writer
Diana Raab, MFA, PhD, is a memoirist, poet, blogger, and award-winning author of nine books and 1000 articles/poems. She blogs for Psychology Today, andThrive Global. Her latest book: Writing for Bliss: A Seven-Step Program for Telling Your Story and Transforming Your Life. She frequently speaks on writing for transformation. See more of her work at dianaraab.com.
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