We did not hide candy filled eggs for any children outdoors today. After my walk, Frank mowed our meadow. Tonight, the sky is shades of blue and pink, glowing the fresh mown meadow pink outside my window. I missed little ones today. Our family Easter at my brother’s house lacked children. They are grown and interesting and friendly and calm and they sit down to eat their dinner and hold conversations with us. The house lacked dogs running crazily after children. No one was injured. No one cried. No one got dirty. No one screamed. We did not play all-ages soccer on the wet grass. We did not have to stop for fast food on the drive home to feed children who’d forgotten to eat dinner when it was served. Four of my siblings were present, and two of my father’s, thank heaven. On my walk, this morning, I thought about my Easter poem that isn’t yet a poem and tried to imagine the shape of it and to keep going.
