Easter’s Dues

[Magpie]

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.

Hi, you've got a nice image driven poem here. The individual 'ku' type poems tie together well letting the reader do the work that is needed. I thought that from the title there would be a religious aspect and was therefore trying to connect certain images in that way. 

I also didn't get 'our babies alike' so this may be something that you could address to make clearer. I got 'stained spiraled shells' as eggs that had been painted.

I don't think you necessarily have to change the Easter aspect as it leaves the possibility of some ambiguity. Some people may want to see a connection and if your fine with this then it may be a good thing.

Cheers for the read.