In Between Easter Eggs

Empty nest had come and gone,
Children were not yet,
The family get together
Was all adult at best.

There were no children to play.

The hostess felt the pallor,
Of nothing much to say,
She colluded with one of the men,
Sneaking with eggs away.

There were no children to play.

After the ham and fixin’s,
All were invited to ice cream,
But there was a big surprise!
Hunting eggs was the theme.

There were no children to play.

They laughed and broke many shells,
Even ate a boiled egg or two,
Sat down then for a glass of wine,
Showing eggs they gathered--a few.

There were many old children that played.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Adams Avatar
March 12, 2018 at 8:27 AM
This is really clever! The repeated line, changed at the end. Well done. Rhymed really well too. I felt a somewhat ominous undertone about why no children.......very well done...80)
One Avatar
March 5, 2018 at 6:59 AM
Loved it... not so popular anymore sadly..
Pandit Avatar
March 4, 2018 at 7:11 PM
Kudos for thinking beyond .. great idea for grown ups to play.. like how you repeated .. no children to play.. then the ending !
Talbot Avatar
March 4, 2018 at 2:39 PM
Me bodies old, me mind still wants to get out there and do thing, great read! Mick
Andresen Avatar
March 4, 2018 at 7:47 AM
- Why not ... "adults or old children" should play a little more, Sunlite :) - A lovely poem - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Cunningham Avatar
March 4, 2018 at 6:19 AM
Oh where did our childhood go, thankfully I've got two grandsons so can join in and not look out of place lol.
Turner Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 7:12 PM
Sounds like a gas. no pun intended. Fun stuff Sunlite. I always had more fun dying them, than hiding and finding.
Terry Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 4:23 PM
Finding the child within us. I think, as we get older, we grow closer to that child we were and fun is great for all ages. A reminder that soon it will be Easter: celebrated by young and old. Happy Easter, Sunlite.
Gauthier Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 4:07 PM
Children come in all sizes. Delightful poem, Sunlite. Bravo. Happy Easter!!
Allison Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 3:56 PM
Oh what a wonderful idea an Easter egg hunt for parents whose 'chicks have flown the nest... can I join I in please xxx hugs Jan xx
Sands Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 3:55 PM
A sweet and fun poem Sunlite :)
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