Sitting at my younger son's dining room table, writing
in my usual position no matter where I happen to go.
Today being Easter, we are all together as always,
kids having eaten candy, picked up bunny footprints
from around their house, enjoying this particular
tradition.
Creating this tradition when only thirteen years old
for my younger sisters and brother, making bunny foot
prints from construction paper, and placing them every
where, giving happiness first thing on Easter.
Having copyrighted this original idea and creation,
giving permission to family and friends throughout the
years to use my idea for their own children.
Looking up from my poetry journal, eyes resting on my
youngest Granddaughter's Easter basket, straw strewn
all around it on the carpet, bunny prints everywhere.
Basket bereft of candy, because she has eaten and shared
it with everyone around her, such a sweet and generous
young girl of four.
Picturing her basket on inner photographic screens with-
in, a beautiful memory of her spirituality having been
formed at an early age, a tradition of past Italian
heritage.
Wonderful sight to see, knowing that all toys, stuffed
rabbit, stickers, hard-boiled colored eggs are all put
safely away in the refrigerator or toy box, bunny foot
prints still being played with all over the house.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem