Easter Tradition

Come Easter in my backyard
what wonders shall I see?
Pink eggs peeking through the grass,
are waiting just for me.

My empty Easter basket,
lined with a neon nest,
will soon be decorated
with the finds I love the best.

Some are simple hen’s eggs,
dyed pink and gold and blue,
but some have shells of plastic
that I can split in two.

Inside I might find candy
or even tiny toys–
like a bunny whistle
that makes a lot of noise.

Best of all is knowing
that when I’m fully grown,
I’ll get a chance to hide the eggs
for children of my own.

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