Passover at Susan's

There are forty of us.
Five couples, four grandparents, nineteen singles, seven babies.
Ruth was late
As usual
Robert couldn’t break the afikomen.
The Seder would have to wait,
we were missing Aunt Ruth.
The grandparents sighed
The singles waited
The babies cried
The couples sat jaded
elbows on the table, growling stomachs, patience thinner than Matzah.
In walks Ruth, suddenly surprised
Susan rose, fists at her side, ready to strike
“What took you so long! We said at five!”
“One thousand apologies, but I didn’t drive.”
The grandparents wept
The singles outraged
The babies slept
The couples prayed
And then everyone ate.