Easter Morning Confession


Easter Morning Confession

“What’s all this hoopla over eggs
and animals with furry legs?”
My father chortled every year,
just loud enough for us to hear
while we lay scheming in our beds,
visions of rabbits in our heads
and candy eggs and chocolate,
wondering just where and what
we’d be hunting in the morning,
when, early and with no warning
we’d descend the long back stair
the earliest that we could dare
and set upon the living room
in the early morning gloom
to satiate that yearly lust.
We must have chocolate. We must!

Year after year, we slipped our gaskets
seeking to fill up our baskets.
Even now, that longing swells
when I hear those Easter bells.
So many years since I, a seedling,
commenced my yearly candy wheedling.

How many days, how many nights
did we anticipate delights 
well into our lower teens
of  Peeps and eggs and jelly beans.
and, best of all, that chocolate rabbit
became our yearly Easter habit.
Sitting regally on its ass
amidst the bright green Easter grass
in the baskets overflowing
with our coming and our going,
searching out that Easter stash
of candy, chocolate and cash.
A dollar hidden in one nest
was the very very best
find of the whole Easter season,
and in fact it was the reason
why Easter Sunday was the best—
our favorite of all the rest.

Later, to church, to sing and pray,
remembering just why this day
was celebrated, though I fear

that for us, year after year
there were more than one or two
kids sequestered in a pew
who were not thinking of the prayer,
but of layer upon layer
of goodies that awaited them
in baskets filled up to the brim.
For, though our hearts were pure and pious,
they could not dispel the bias
of a child’s rumbling gut
yearning for more chocolate!! 

The prompt today are egg, hoopla, seedling and longing. Here are the links:

17 thoughts on “Easter Morning Confession

  1. slmret

    My favorite Easter morning story is a true story told by my pediatrician dad. Two large families went camping for the Easter weekend with their 12 kids. When it was dark and the kids were all asleep, the adults hid eggs on the hillside behind where they were located. In the morning, the kids awoke to the sight of one bunny hopping across the hillside. There will ALWAYS be 12 kids who believe in the Easter bunny!

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  2. Marilyn Armstrong

    One year, we asked Kaity what Easter was about and she said “Eggs and chocolate and peeps.” We realized she needed at least a minimum of religious training so she’d know it really WASN’T about rabbits and painted eggs.

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  3. ladynyo

    I love this…reminds me of my life 60 some years ago. My dear father,now long dead 30 years used to put out the baskets in the grass and then let out the beagles for both species to find first . We had some fat beagles.



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