I remember Easter's past
When so very young,
Coloring hard-boiled eggs,
Leaving those bright-hued wonders
In a basket with plastic grass
For the Easter bunny to hide,
Searching early Sunday morning
For the missing eggs.
When a little older,
Dressing for Easter Sunday,
Gloves and hat required.
A crowded church, an endless sermon.
Home to eat a sumptious feast.
Where was Christ those Easter mornings?
Laughing with the children.
Walking down the church aisle
With the couple who come only once a year.
Holding the hat of a sleeping child.
Passing the lamb at Easter dinner.
Always with us.
Always love.
When so very young,
Coloring hard-boiled eggs,
Leaving those bright-hued wonders
In a basket with plastic grass
For the Easter bunny to hide,
Searching early Sunday morning
For the missing eggs.
When a little older,
Dressing for Easter Sunday,
Gloves and hat required.
A crowded church, an endless sermon.
Home to eat a sumptious feast.
Where was Christ those Easter mornings?
Laughing with the children.
Walking down the church aisle
With the couple who come only once a year.
Holding the hat of a sleeping child.
Passing the lamb at Easter dinner.
Always with us.
Always love.
Photo by ButterflySha
