As our family gathered for Easter…within a few minutes…in my brain…a memory was jarred…of our children and grandchildren searching for eggs the Easter Bunny had hidden in our yard.
I remember our children with their Easter baskets crammed with that fake grass…colored green…and filled with the eggs we dyed, a chocolate bunny and a rainbow of jelly beans.
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I will be turning 70 years old this Summer and I still believe that when I find an egg on.Easter good luck will be mine..No one is ever too old for magic and mystery..Thank you for your poetry