How fondly the remembrances of
a little boy in a suit and white shirt
the adored older brother to
two tiny girls in white starched pinafores
little staw hats with pink ribbons trailing
all carrying Easter baskets filled to overflowing
and faces in awe of the pagentry
the symbolic flowers overflowing the altar
the hymns like angels singing.
Reminiscing...
reliving the Easter egg hunts
the joyful hollering and “I got more
than you did.” Pristine white giving way to
chocolate bunny smears and grass stains.
Looking back it all seems like just yesterday.
Later, a full house of laughter and hugs
platters and plates piled high
roasted lamb, ham, a brisket of beef for
Uncle Joe. Bowls filled to overflowing
with all the trimmings
the traditional cakes and pies
the camaraderie of family and friends
the inevitable tummy aches
from too much candy.
and the memories live
on, and on, and ...
Your Easter poem is wonderful--so full of joy and wonder for the children and adults alike. I recall those Easter egg hunts when I was a child. Naturally, we all wanted to find the "surprise" egg that would earn us a surprise gift. Your poem really captures the beauty of the past the way Easter was once celebrated.
This remembrances should be put in a Easter chocolate eggs to fill with surprise a few hours of delight to the ones still believing on the Easter's bunny.
You brought Easter they way I remember it as a child, and than as a mother watching her children frolic in the grass hunting for Easter eggs. Thanks for the memories.
Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
With swift passage thr
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Connie
Such a strong capture! Innocence, joy, celebration...they're all here in this great poem.
John
Linda
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
You brought Easter they way I remember it as a child, and than as a mother watching her children frolic in the grass hunting for Easter eggs. Thanks for the memories.
Mary