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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