#SOL16, No. 26.
I have been following Mark E. Weston’s Heartland Series, stories from his boyhood. His writings are making me pause and remember. So for my slice today, I’ve written a poem remembering Easters of my girlhood. My title, Easter Past, borrows from Charles Dickens.
colorful hard-boiled eggs
slices of home-made paska*
thickly spread with sweet butter
soft hymns drift from our radio
lined with shredded paper grass
laden with bright jellybeans
soft marshmallow Peeps
and each with one dark chocolate egg
My frilly dress
with bonnet to match
shiny white patent shoes
black corkscrew curls
hanging nearly to my waist
ringing from the steeples
dressed in their finest, singing
Christ the Lord is ris’n today, Alleluia!
of three crosses on a hill
a stone rolls away
a tomb is empty
Jesus is alive
baked ham with potato salad
deviled eggs and veggies
cake with ice cream
seven at the table
*a classic Ukrainian Easter bread
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A special thanks to Stacey, Tara, Dana, Betsy, Anna, Beth, Kathleen, and Deb for a place at Two Writing Teachers where teachers and others can share their stories each Tuesday throughout the year and every day during the month of March.