The "Here Comes Yom Tov" Blues

I used to love the holiday of Succos
'Twas a great time for me and my fam
But now it's getting quite claustrophobic
And I don't want to be where I am

Cause every bone in my body is shakin'
And I'm breakin out in cold, cold sweat
And my mind, my brain, my head - they are all achin'
And we're not around the table just yet

I've got the "Here comes Yom Tov" blues
A Jewish woman, at some point, is due
But me and my hubby, we'll just have to watch
While our nephews down all of the scotch
I've got the "Here comes Yom Tov" blues
Oh, yeah!
I've got the "Here comes Yom Tov" blues

I'll have to clear all the plates from the table
While my sister is diaperin' her kid
And my husband will be sitting in the shteeble
While my brother, on psicha, does bid

And my aunts and uncles all will be a-whisperin'
And wishing us a simchadike year
And the sibs will argue over which zoo to go to
While we're wondering if anyone cares

I've got the "Here comes Yom Tov" blues
A Jewish woman, at some point, is due
But me and my hubby, we'll just have to wait
As my neice devours all of my plate
I've got the "Here comes Yom Tov" blues
Oh, yeah!
I've got the "Here comes Yom Tov" blues

Now the purpose of this song is not to question
Why this nisayon was given to me
The reward will be beyond my comprehension
And I'm waiting for Hashem to set me free
All I'm asking is for some consideration
From my family and friends all around
If I'm a bit too quick to show frustration
Perhaps this song will help them understand

I've got the "Here comes Yom Tov" blues
A Jewish woman, at some point, is due
But me and my hubby try to ignore all that's said
While all the kids dance on top of our heads
I've got the "Here comes Yom Tov" blues
Oh, yeah!
I've got the "Here comes Yom Tov" blues

Seven Days

Seven days
between Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur.
Seven days
to cleanse our souls
our thoughts
and our emotions
and cleave to
the One Above.

Reminds me of another
seven days.

On My Own

This year,
I'd like to go to a shul
where no one knows me.

I'd like to sit in a corner
and cry my heart out
without feeling the pitying eyes
of my neighbors and friends.

I'd like to be alone
just me and my Father
so that I can really, truly
talk to Him.

I'd like to beg Him to see me
and remember me.

And if not for me,
than for my wonderful, supportive
caring husband
who deserves a child
ever so much more than I do.

But I can't.
I'll be davening in a shul
where I can't be
myself.

And who knows?
Maybe that woman
crying into her machzor
in YOUR shul
is me.

So leave me be.

New

I remember when I first got married.
Everything was new.
New apartment.
New roommate.
New pots.
New dishes.
New knives. (ouch!)
Even new garbage pails.

Every feeling was new.
New love.
New arguments.
New understandings.

The halachos were new.
The experiences were new.

Every day was a new day.

All we were waiting for was a
New baby.

But now, it is just the same old,
Same old.

Until there comes a
New year.