For My Husband, Ode to Our Last Sukkah
by Bracha Goetz
We didn’t realize it would be,
The last sukkah of you and me.
Those boards, they stretched – it wasn’t wide,
Still all our children fit inside.
And grandchildren, as they came too,
And all the guests, thanks most to you.
The decorations that you saved,
All through the years, everyone raved.
How our grandchildren loved to see
What their parents once made at three!
As each year brought us something new,
The decorations grew and grew.
Now we go to each child’s home.
Now we are the ones who roam.
Yes, over thirty years have passed,
Our fragile house of hope did last.
As baalei teshuvah we began this trend.
May our chain of sukkahs never end.
What was built came out of our hunger, our thirst.
It wasn’t our last sukkah. Just our first.
Bracha Goetz is the author of 40 books that help children’s souls shine: