This poem, called “Tayere Malke” (dear Malka, dear Queen), from Mark Warshavsky, encapsulates for me the sense of the passage of time, of who has joined us during Sedarim (Seders) past:
Dear Queen of the Passover Seder:
Fill the goblet with wine!
My grandfather drank from the very same cup.
Bad times have come and gone, but I have always treasured his wine cup.
I don’t have my grandfather’s wine glass. But I hold his Siddur with reverence.