Friday, January 28, 2011

The Rosh Hashanah Toothache

Oral surgery the day before Rosh Hashanah
Meant I could not eat apples
Nor many of the festival foods
I usually cooked.
I mostly lay in bed in pain,
Sleeping when the pain meds worked;
Moaning when they didn't.

You made me applesauce
From the apples I had bought,
Spicing it with honey and cinnamon.
I lit the candles and mumbled the blessings
Without moving my jaw,
And thanked God for you.
That simple act of love moved me
More than a whole garden of flowers.
That night I kissed your fingers
that still held the delicate fragrance
Of apples, honey, cinnamon.

started September 2011, completed January 2011 
(*On Rosh Hashanah ,  we say a blessing and eat apples dipped in honey) 

3 comments:

  1. This is such a delicate ode to love - enough to bring anyone to tears of gratitude for the loved ones in our lives.

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  2. Beautiful gratitude.

    I like the title, it sings like the "Chattanooga Choo-Choo".

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