Every spring we
travel to Jerusalem
where our Passover Seder
inspires us to create
new ways to be free.
When I am twelve,
while my parents
are journeying home,
they are shocked I am missing.
After searching
for three days
they are amazed to find me
teaching adults in the temple.
I tell my
negligent parents
to join my new family
breathing in sacred
air
parents who
always care.
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