The Easter Egg Hunt

By Sis Unsworth

As a young lad he’d known really hard times,

his family had been very poor.

They could never afford eggs at Easter,

sad memories he intensely bore.

He pictured himself as a young lad,

when poverty didn’t make sense,

How the family next door had an Easter egg hunt,

and he had to peer through the fence.

He heard the excitable laughter each time an egg was found,

At times he would see one retrieved from a tree,

or gingerly picked from the ground.

The hole in the fence showed a new world, a place

Excluding him, from their garden so fine,

Where the sun always seemed to shine,

while his side seemed cloudy and dim.

The scene that he gazed on obsessed him

how he’d wish he could be there, all that fun and the joy

he’d missed as a boy, who ever said life could be fair?

As he grew up, the memory faded,

like storm clouds in far distant sky,

but sometimes in bed, they crept over his head,

as he wiped a tear from his eye.

 

With the sunrise & sunset life changes,

for today he could be at the front.

As now he is married with children,

and planning an Easter egg hunt.

The day he’d devised was a roaring success,

now the children were all fast asleep

It allowed him at last to indulge in the past,

no more did his thoughts make him weep.

For what he had learned from those days long ago,

had stayed with him all his life through.

What we learned in the past may help us at last,

giving leverage to all that we do.

As life with its crossroads began to make sense,

you appreciate fun, on your day in the sun,

If you’ve first had to peer through the fence.

 

Copyright Sis Unsworth