A Little Girl I Did Not Know, For Whom I Mourned
Seven years old-
I learned about her Easter Sunday Night-
on the Channel 9 news.
It was to have been a very special Easter-
not that all Easters aren’t special-
to most children.
But this one was different-
not in the normal childhood Easter things-
like anticipation-
dying eggs on Saturday-
the next day’s hunt-
arising extra early to the new Easter dress-
with white patent leather shoes that buckle-
that inevitable struggle with hair-
and to an Easter basked filled with fake grass
and foil-wrapped candies-
all done up in green ribbons and yellow cellophane-
cellophane that almost- but not quite
hides what’s inside-
and chocolate bunnies.
No, this Easter was very special for another reason-
it was also her Baptismal Sunday.
After the service, presentation of a
Baptismal Bible and certificate-
an Easter brunch to follow-
then it would be home to open the Easter basket,
family pictures and the Easter egg hunt.
A frontal collision it was reported-
she was ejected through the rear window-
how is that possible?
The dyed eggs remain unhidden-
the Easter basket unopened-
the chocolate bunnies still in their cartons.
They replaced her new clothes-
the Easter ones that were ruined-
her baptismal bible is by her side-
new clothes and a bible-
short days ago celebrations of life-
but now……..
she died on Tuesday.
@ 2007
Copyright © Curtis Forsythe | Year Posted 2017
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