- Brotherless Pesach
She slams downfine boned china, turn of the century fluted spoons from her mother. We lean back in chairs like moths drunk on sunlight. Roses spear the air.
She shouts us out of the kitchen where she stacks plates on white counters with a stiff spine. Missing the first cup of wine, she runs to fetch red horseradish as well as white, while we bless matzoh, dry as our mouths. [End Page 74]
Not one word of Hebrew will she utter, but spoons soup from a triumphant silver bowl I will inherit. God slew the sons. No reason was good enough. If father asks for a blessing she will spit.
Cathleen Cohen, Ph.D., directs We the Poets: Interfaith Poetry Project of the Arts & Spirituality Center, a non-sectarian organization in Philadelphia which uses artistic and spiritual expression as an avenue for personal and social understanding. She has taught poetry writing skills to children of diverse cultures and faiths in over 70 schools and programs in the USA and Israel, including Givat Haviva Institute, Derby University, and the Jewish -Arab Center of Haifa University. She authored a chapter in Teaching God and Spirituality, (A.R.E., 2002), and has published poems in The Breath of Parted Lips (2005), Cumberland Poetry Review, Moment, Harrisburg Review, Piedmont Literary Review, Response, and 6ix.