"The Easter bunny came" he cried
"without a trace" (someone had lied)
'Yes my son, the rabbit came
but we both know it's just a game'
"Can we go to hunt the Easter eggs
when we get dressed?" the small one begs
'Yes, we shall, but first let's pray
it's more than just a Holiday,
The Easter Bunny's not the one
who gave me You, my only son'.
"He's too small to understand"
grandma smiled, patting my hand.
"The Easter Bunny's all he knows
he'll learn the truth as he grows"
yet though my mother raised me well
I have stumbled, i have fell
I want to do the best i can
to raise this boy to a wise old man.
Suddenly a soft voice said
as if it was inside my head
'If the boy learns on his own
too many years he's walked alone
time and truth are best at hand
to raise this boy to a wise old man,
For, though be wisest of them all
All will stumble, all will fall..'
I wish everyone a Happy And Safe Easter weekend. And may your kids and grandkids not be hyped up too much with candy. ( I know mine will be)
I wrote this poem in 1980. It was on the front page of our little local Newspaper...Easter morning 1980.
