Easter Memories

Debborah Jensen

There are times ones misses old ways,

When easter eggs, candy and church filled this day.

The squeal of babies, in new mothers arms.

Toddlers look frantically for colored eggs charms,

The ones filled with candy, colorful as spring,

"He's risen indeed" the church choir would sing.

Now is so different sleep well past noon,

no littles ones excitement, no babies to croon.

This is time I miss the structure of church,

The hyms the music, reinforces the lerch,

If you buy organized religion, you must buy it all,

Thereby leave thinking, mans greatest fall.

To not use our brain, worship God as we please,

theres no point to this me andering,

No more point than the breeze.

Just random thoughts in this soliloque,

As another holiday rolls over me.

Living in the past, Something not to do.

Memories like candy are sweet, but not good for you.

Start on the path of what used to be,

then you miss the now, today is what we see.

So Happy Easter, Make this day great,

For soon it will be a memory, then it will be to late.