Hello peoples! So I know it’s not shabbat yet but I just thought that I could write a poem about it! So here you are!
Cooking dinner, baking breads
cleaning rooms and making beds
cookies, crackers, how ’bout pie?
set the dishes down to dry
set the table nice and neat
counters are full of things to eat
add a splash of flowers bright
the living room dances with fire light
the food is done, the candle lit
we’ll all dress up, be back in a bit
sit down to dinner, it feels so nice
to not be standing, everyone’s quiet as mice
Dad says the blessing and breaks the bread
we pass round the dishes till everyone’s fed
at the end of the meal we trot out dessert
as the one serving I drop some on my skirt
after our blessings we sit round the fire
and sing shabbat songs, we sound like a choir
How did you like it?