Soft giggles fill the air
as footsteps light on the toes
spring up before Mom’s
morning Joe. Swiftly do they sprint,
like the Easter bunny himself,
racing to reach the stuffed pastels.
Curls still smell of soft pillow and cotton
as they bounce with their bodies
He is Risen!
Past the tulips blooming. And
before a puddle, a small, yellow
and hatched from an egg,
a duckling as it plays
at the children’s feet,
greeting the happy faces
and hands that feed, then there!
There’s an egg, they rush
to see. Hop, hop, hop goes a bunny
white, fluffy and fast on his feet.
The blessed smiles on siblings
only families get to see.
Poem by Heather Piatek
Piatek Living 
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