Listen my children and you will hear,
Of the pre-Pesach madness that happened this year,
We vacuumed the cabinets, we scoured the floor,
We washed and we scrubbed, until we were sure,
That not a morsel of chametz was left anywhere.
Then I said to a friend, quite tongue-in-cheek,
Would you think we could do all this in a week?
Would you think we could banish all traces of bread?
From behind the refridge and from beneath every bed?
And reach that elusive goal that we seek?
So pen in hand, she sketched a maze,
And began to explain the creative ways,
Post Purim she spreads the alarm,
That she is ready to get up and to arm,
Herself for the coming weeks and days.
Before she tackles the broom or duster,
She gathers all the strength she can muster,
And sets her mind to focus—
Without hocus pocus—
On a character trait she can bring to a luster.
And while she cleans, she hums a tune,
She jumps for the stars and reaches the moon,
At two she breaks, for a coffee and lunch,
Renewing her vigor with each sip and munch,
For she knows the kids will be home soon.
I pause, because yes, my house is clean!
But do my middos shine and gleam?
Did I rid myself of chametz sh’b’lev?
Can I check my emotions or am I a slave?
Do I radiate stress, or am I serene?
I thanked my friend for the lesson well learned,
Grateful for the insight I earned,
My soul now whispered, “all is well”
And I prayed to never break the spell
Of pre-Pesach madness for which I yearned!