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Easter 2, 3
Easter 2 Easter Dresses Unremembered I bought a new dress, no not for Easter, Though it started my mind to wandering, To Easters ago, ago. Wandering like a pointer finding Just the right light to illuminate, The memories I wanted so. Mother always saw to it I had A special dress to go to church, Where are those dresses now? I want recollections of the treasures she made me Sewing with rick rack and silky bands, But they are gone, now gone! Gone are my dress-up remembrances, But not her sweet hands of love, Aging is so cruel, you know. But I do remember her deeds and her face, The love that filled her fingers, and I’ll be content with that grace. Easter 3 I believed in Santa Claus Long after most kids do. I willed him with my strongest mind, I willed him to be true. But the Easter Bunny? Come on, come on, A rabbit laying colored eggs? Maybe I thought that when I was three, But not with longer legs. My mother played the game, bless her heart; With an Easter basket surprise; Decorated, colored hard-boiled eggs, And that grass we couldn’t abide. She didn’t want to burst the bunny bubble, Though she needn’t have ever bothered, I love her for her subterfuge, And her undying love for her daughters.
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