03-17-2026, 12:24 AM
Easter’s Dues
Easter dew,
Trailer rusted, fogged.
Worn hot irons—
mother’s calloused hands.
Stained spiraled shells,
cheap cracked carton.
Scrambled—
soulful warming yellow.
Starving suppers.
Mother's Sunday love—
our babies alike.
Soft stinky fingers,
richer—
we still find gratitude.
Easter dew,
Trailer rusted, fogged.
Worn hot irons—
mother’s calloused hands.
Stained spiraled shells,
cheap cracked carton.
Scrambled—
soulful warming yellow.
Starving suppers.
Mother's Sunday love—
our babies alike.
Soft stinky fingers,
richer—
we still find gratitude.