nursing home on Sunday
gray hairs crowd around
watching the Cubs lose

Easter Sunday
we hold hands
under the table

slow moving
current
her lullaby

after Easter dinner
taking a nap
with the cat

aroma of incense
sends me into a coughing fit
easter mass

grown-up grandchildren
grandma
doesn't hide the eggs

family gathers once more—
the spring sun lights
all our faces

Easter egg hunt
more fun
for the dog

Easter morning breakfast
I order
a mountain dew

Easter morning
church service
white as snow

second day of Ramadan
I stare at the glass of water
the sun never seems to set

painting
the wrong batch
raw easter eggs

small town church
fresh flowers
on the cross

misty air
a rebel's sonnet
played to the wind

why am I here?
I wonder
oh right, the laundry

hours of play
with porcelain dolls and
the wooden dollhouse

break-time
filled with homework
she sighs

neck brace
Grandma asks to see
her tulips

family gathers once more—
the spring sun lights
all our faces

Easter egg hunt
more fun
for the dog

Easter morning breakfast
I order
a mountain dew

broken high heal
she goes to church
in flip flops

reciting the prayers
within the pew
old habits die hard

he leaves the tractor
in the field
holiday dinner

a shooting star
I wish
for you