Gathered around this table,
in expectation of intimate camaraderie,
amongst friends, at Pesach time;
this year seems more meaningful
than the past two years at tische.
After the first cup of wine,
we begin to recount the narrative;
yet, there is no hagaddah – only words,
composed of heartfelt intentions,
and a joining together of past and present.
The second cup of wine precedes
what will be our last meal with him;
although we are not aware of this eventuality,
we have been forewarned; yet, words,
sometimes fall upon deaf ears.
After the meal, matzah was broken,
and we shared the third cup of wine,
in anticipation of the Kingdom,
that we had hoped to see established
with our very own eyes.