Hannukah

You are sizzle and smoke
Sour cream
Apple sauce
Fried bits of root vegetable
In charred non-stick pan

You are smell of oil
A present for each night
A dreidl spinning and landing
On Shin
Gelt melting in gold foil
Chocolate on my lips

You are cold night, dark
Orange electric bulbs
Glowing in windows across the way
Chopped onions and winter
Bags full of candy
Children hugging goodbye
For long school breaks,
Trips to Disney World,
Long walks home on icy streets

You are left out in the mainstream
Forgotten miracle
Small significance in the
Grand scheme of my religion
But you are not forgotten
All these years you are mine
And I hold you close to me

-GSS 2008