Easter Morning: A Poem

Soft giggles fill the air

as footsteps light on the toes

spring up before Mom’s

Morning Joe. Swiftly do they sprint,

like the Easter bunny himself,

racing to reach the stuffed pastels.

Curls still smell of soft pillow and cotton

as they bounce with their bodies

past the tulips blooming. And

before a puddle, a small, yellow

and hatched from an egg,

a duckling as it plays

at the children’s feet,

greeting the happy faces

and hands that feed, then there!

There’s an egg, they rush

to see. Hop, hop, hop goes a bunny

white, fluffy and fast on his feet.

The blessed smiles on siblings

only families get to see.

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2 thoughts on “Easter Morning: A Poem

  1. Oh, I’m glad and thank you 🙂 My mom will probably be doing the same thing with her dog this Easter. Be careful, though, because I remember some Easters the dogs always seem to find the chocolate, even when it’s put up! 🙂 Have a good holiday weekend.

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