Passover

Before the gates opened,

the seas parted, we brought home

a crib, first cloths, blankets soft

as a mothers face,

Yocheved Speaks

Miriam, my daughter
who first opened my womb
turning me into a mother,
I named you for the sea
I’d never seen,

Bo come into the captive
mind of Pharaoh, hardened,
stiffened. made resistent:
va’yichazak, va yi’cabad, va yi’kashe