UNCOVERING THE MAGIC

 

                                              One of my fears

                                      as a grandparent this year:

                               Easter’s magic would fail to appear.

                                          Were the kids too old                                                    

                                           to drag out the stuff?

                                           When ours stopped

                                             it didn’t get done.

 

WE’RE GOING TO DYE EGGS AND DECORATE CUPCAKES     

THEN YOU CAN GO BACK HOME

AND HUNT FOR EASTER BASKETS.

THERE IS A NOTE FROM THE BUNNY

WITH JELLY BEANS SCATTERED AROUND.

 

We can make a bunny village.

                                       

IF WE HAVE TWENTY FOUR EGGS AND THERE ARE FOUR OF YOU,

HOW MANY EGGS DO EACH OF YOU GET?

 

Look, they’re all hide-and-go-seeking

this bunny’s on guard

They want to bring the chicks to bunny town

it will be very exciting

 

WHERE IS THE EASTER EGG TREE?

HAS ANYONE SEEN THE EASTER EGG TREE?

 

I am the mayor of bunny town

and this is my crown.

 

They have to get all the way through bunny town to get it

and there are things that pop up out of the ground to get them.

 

OMIGOSH, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT

 

How many tablespoons of vinegar for the dye?

         How do you make turquoise? 

         How about dark pink?

Don’t throw the dye away; I’ll be right back

         I forgot to put eyes on mine

         Look, I made an Indian

I want the frog decorations; you can have the chicks

 

Grandma, she’s taking too many!

No, we each get six!  This is one of my six!

 

YES, YOU CAN EAT THEM

WE CAN EVEN MAKE DEVILED EGGS LATER

 

. . . WOW, THESE BASKETS ARE REALLY HIDDEN

 

I still can’t find mine

I’m the last one

 

DO YOU WANT A HINT?

IT’S IN THIS ROOM AND IT’S NOT IN THE MICROWAVE

(WE HIDE IT THERE EVERY YEAR)

 

DO YOU WANT TO HIDE EGGS?

 

Yes, can we do it inside? 

We did it outside yesterday

 

                                  If Jesus were an eight-year-old,

                                     would he celebrate this way

                                            with kids like ours,

                             bunnies, chickens, flowers and candy?

                                   Maybe make up a new game?

 

                             The worries this year were premature.

                    Maybe it was Grandma Meme’s fuzzy bunny ears

 

Dennis R. Keefe

July 9, 2009