I’m up to the kitchen,
And everywhere I look,
It seems I’m uncovering,
More and more gook.
I’m climbing inside cupboards,
Scrubbing every crack,
Just please don’t ask,
What I find in the back.
I get changed by this work.
You know how I can tell?
I start feeling so “crumby,”
My head doesn’t swell.
While scouring chometz,
Caked into hidden places,
The process itself,
Lets me see concealed traces…
Of arrogance,
Which is just as widespread.
I discover I’m more puffed up,
Than Wonder Bread.
It’s a humbling experience.
That is for sure.
Pesach cleaning –
A big ego’s best cure!
Getting rid of chometz | Submitted by Bracha Goetz
Bracha Goetz is the author of 41 Jewish children’s books and a candid memoir about her journey to joy through Judaism. Her books can be found in Jewish bookstores, on Amazon, and on her website: www.goetzbookshop.com
