EASTER MORNING..
"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 said, 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, yes i 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 he be wisest of them all
All will stumble, All will fall.
