Artwork by Ella Goodwin
On Easter morning I wake early
to singing birds chirping into my window
to green grass spread over our yard
and the childish voices of my sister and brother.
The scent of buttermilk pancakes, chocolate candy
and strong coffee fill the air.
I know my parents are stirring in the kitchen,
I can hear the clinks and clanks of dishes being set for brunch.
As a softly tip toe down the wooden stairs,
so quiet I can hear the old floor creaking with each step,
I know that I am the last to rise.
I peak around the banister,
my hair gently falling in front of my face,
and as I tuck it behind my ear
I can see my family.
Even at this young age I know the meaning of Easter,
but I now know that Easter is about so much more.
It’s about family, friendships and love.
It’s about sharing, opening our hearts.
It’s about living each day.
It’s about being thankful.
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Liz // Yellow Finch