EASTER MORNING

Every Spring I come up as a little weed 

standing between those colored oval things in the grass

they call eggs? 

Soon the whole field is full of tiny feet

I hear 3-year old Willie sayin',

"Wow, this one opens!

What's in it?

Is it something  sweet?"

This is what dads are supposed to do 

when me and my friends 

snatch 'em from everywhere (lol)!

Now I'm bigger, we are going to make our own eggs.

We can do this dad, you'll see 

Seven done, already!

Hope it won't rain at Easter, Dad

Why?

So the color won't wash off! 

 

That night Willie dreamed 
of clouds Soaring and turning into eggs

 in the blue sky.

but 

On Easter morning
he ran to the window 
peeked through the blinds to see

a big blue sky was smiling at him.

have a beautiful Resurrection Day morning 

you all!

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