Eating Matzos In Bed Poem by Glen Kappy

This morning taking my breakfast
of buttered whole wheat toast
dry roasted cashews and cucumber into bed
(my favorite place to read)
I remembered my dad telling me
of eating matzos like this when he was a boy.

Which I relate here not for a lesson
(like watch what you eat in bed
and its consequences to one's comfort)
but for the simple charm of this vignette
thinking of my dad as a poor Jewish kid
squirreling this crumbly food beneath the covers.