Poem -
Easter Ricky Racers
EasterÂ
Childhood memories of baskets and the chocolate bunnies left for each of us kids.
I loved coloring the eggs, but finding them was so so.
Actually it was the thought of egg salad that made me pause.
Now my own children are grown and the house is strangely silent.
No clamoring to race off full tilt. To smoke your brother and find treasure.
A holiday ham was always in the oven, smelling divine.
I glance at the photos of years gone by, and a tear rolls down my cheek.
One of happiness and sadness at the same time.
life is surely a paradox
A master at pain and goodness and isolation and loneliness.
I would give anything to be with my Easter ricky racers again, Â
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Comments
I really like the line about the thought of egg salad making you pause. Sort of unexpected but humorous. Towards the end of your poem where you have the contrasting feelings - happiness, sadness, pain and goodness - if I may make a suggestion. I feel you don't need to say life is a paradox. It is obvious from the words you choose. "Life is a master at ...."Â
Sorry if it upsets you that I say this. That is most certainly not my intention.Â
Oh by all means I am pleased you cared enough to make a constructive comment.
It is a good point thank youÂ
Memories are not, I find, all that pleasant.
They can hurt enormously. They are also sometimes all we have. Thankyou for sharing yours...hugs x