No Candy This Year

The eggs had been colored, and scattered about The baskets were hidden, the children to shout… “Was he here mom, was he here?” they yell from upstairs “Come down and find out,” she says—nary a care Their little feet rush, taking two steps at once Wide eyes dart all over, playing their hunch Living and dining rooms they tear with a fever No corner is safe, from the incursion of either “I found it, I found it," the bigger one said The smaller one saddened, their heart filled with dread “The Bunny forgot, there's no candy this year” From across the big room, the first start of a tear “The Bunny never forgets,” their mother cried out "You have to look harder, both inside and out” And as the front door was opened, the little one chimed... “Mom, he didn’t forget —it was here all the time” (To My Grandchildren: Easter 2017)