reminiscence of a holiday

Papa calls out "pedestrian crossing, hands held everyone!"
Osborne Street, I remember so well, my first car, the record shop,
near the circular fountain where I swam with adolescent audacity.
Mama is proud of her chicks dressed lavishly, even suit-and-tie me,
little notice we take, excited by the afternoon hunt,
kaleidoscopic visions of richly decorated eggs, chocolate ones best
joking about who will find the prettiest, the largest.
Ice cream is not on today's desert list, no real deception.
Happiness fills us, family united, all feeling like a million dollars,
graciously entering the chapel of our baptisms,
faithful time for thanksgiving, born again without our sins, youthful views.
Easter time marks also spring's conquest of death,
daffodils, which yesterday bloomed in freshly turned gardens,
carried in as an offering by the small girls decorating the church.
Boys laugh, as they will, at their silly seriousness…
Ah!, the adventures I fondly remember so many years later.



reminiscence of a holiday
7 march, 2006