Connie Webb


Easter's Past - Poem by Connie Webb

Sitting in Church
Listening to sermons
With white patent leather shoes
A fancy dress and little white gloves
With a new purse,
My brothers all dressed
In nice shirts and pants,
My mom dressed up like a movie star
With her beautiful dress and hat,
My step dad who never cared for church
He even dressed up for the day.

And in our pockets
Were chocolate eggs and jelly beans
We were told not to take to church
But we couldn’t help it.
I would peek at my brothers
Sneaking candy out of their pockets
And when mom wasn’t looking
I would sneak some out of my purse,
And slowly let the chocolate egg
Dissolve in my mouth
I couldn’t let her see me chewing
Not in church!

We would come home
Have an egg hunt
That we enjoyed so much
That we all would hide the eggs again
Ourselves
Then we had a nice big Easter dinner
Maybe even play monopoly
While eating more Easter candy.

I know the holiday was about Jesus
Being resurrected
I had spent many years
In classes learning these things
But somehow Easter
Just reminds me more of
Family togetherness and love
And visits from the Easter Bunny
And I don’t think Jesus would mind that at all.


Comments about Easter's Past by Connie Webb

  • Rookie Barry Van Allen (3/29/2007 10:58:00 AM)

    Connie,
    I love what you have said, but I think that you are old enough ...
    the Easter bunny does not color those eggs himself !
    He only delivers them! They are really dyed by Santa's elves!
    They took this over in the 1700's to supplement their income
    during the slow season.
    I am sorry, but I felt that you should know!
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  • Rookie Ruby Root (7/13/2006 10:02:00 PM)

    Hi Connie excellent loving and caring poem. Not selfish, but truly honest. Take care. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 15, 2006



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