Bunny Blessings

Easter mornings feel so bright,
With little hands that spark delight,
I hide the eggs, I fill the baskets,
The Easter Bunny's secret magic—
A joy I see in their eyes,
Their laughter echoing through the skies.

Chocolate bunnies in their hands,
Little feet running through the land,
I soak it all in, this fresh new start,
But still, there’s a pull on my heart.

For Easters past, when I would race,
Through my grandparents’ yard full of space,
The eggs I found were filled with gold,
With candy and love, as memories unfold.
A dollar or two tucked inside of some,
I’d run with joy beneath the sun.

But now, my mom’s not here to see,
The Easter magic that used to be,
The rolls her mom baked with loving care,
The laughter filling up the air.
And in my chest, there’s still a hole,
A longing deep within my soul.

The peeps, the chocolate, sugar’s high,
Those sweet delights I can’t deny,
But oh, the ache, the bittersweet,
For Easters past, for memories sweet.
Of running wild with cousins near,
And hearing stories that felt so dear.

Now, as I watch my children play,
I wonder if they’ll feel one day
The same nostalgia that fills me whole,
For moments gone, yet still, they roll
In my heart like eggs in grass,
A love that never seems to pass.

So here I am, the Bunny’s guise,
Watching through their sparkling eyes.
I’ll make new memories to hold tight,
But deep inside, I’ll crave the night—
Of Easter past, and all the love,
That now, I feel from skies above.