Remembering my Bar Mitzvah
A Poem by Dovid Bulgatz
Here is a picture of me,
I’ll make it short and easy,
I was thirteen,
A live human being,
Although I am nauseous and queasy.
A cake from Sarelle in the back;
The teffilin would turn your mouth black.
Here I am on a chair,
There’s no time to spare,
To the party I have to go back.
A pretzel to look like cigar,
I wonder whose glasses those are?
I look nice in a suit,
My mom thinks I’m cute,
And boy, do I look like a star!
My aunt wanted to take a pic
Of me while I was looking slick.
I was all nice and neat,
Next to an empty seat,
Always hearing, “Come on!, make it quick!”
I believe we had bagels and lox.
But, wait, am I wearing crocs?
My Bar Mitzvah is done,
My manhood’s begun,
The door to my life now unlocks…