Posted by Dennis Danvers under Poems1 Comment
Easter Was Hard
Easter was hard for my young mind to grasp.
Chocolate bunnies laying eggs, Mom hunched
Over the dining room table blowing
The insides from raw ones Dad whipped into
a froth, scrambled, and we boys then devoured.
Watched Mom clear the table, paint the hollow
Shells with delicate brushes until they
Took your breath away. While Jesus suffered,
Died, a horrible, heartbreaking story,
But wait! That was Good News somehow because
God meant to kill his Son for us and Sin.
He didn’t really die. You won’t either.
The virgins wore hats like flowering shrubs.
I got a new jacket, too big and white.