Best Happinesseaster Poems
Mother would tuck into each dresser drawer,
a bar of soap, to scent the clothes..
The familiar fragrance of English Lavender would fill the air
The small bedroom, a bit cramped..a bit shabby, but comfortably familiar.
The faded chintz curtains and the cover on the four poster, was a primrose yellow...
and the wallpaper striped in blue and white.
There would be marguerite daisies in a jug on the dressing table..
Next to a framed photo of five, smiling young cousins..
all scrubbed, with shining faces, dressed for church, one Easter morning.
Over on the north wall hung a painting of Willowby Pond...
so pleasant to look at, just before falling to sleep.
Here I stand once again, having things so familiar, so much the same
I take a deep breath, recalling the sense of home, the fragrance of lavender
Like slipping into an old pair of slippers,
after spending the day wearing high heeled shoes
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The Easter morning,
Easter baskets,
Lots of candy.
One new kite,
Two crossed rods,
Three tied knots.
The back door,
The back yard,
The back yard’s wind.
The short string,
The long string,
The oh-my-gosh-it’s-going-to-break string.
The amazement,
The fear,
The joy.
The rainbow stripes,
The rainbow tail,
My rainbow kite.
My one back yard,
My two big brothers,
Our three kites.
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