Stepping out from church with Cissie,
In my Easter Sunday Best,
Little bonnet decked with flowers,
Clutching Bunny to my chest,
Holding tight my wicker basket,
Wondering what will happen next.
One white sock needs hoisting up,
And Mary says my shoe’s undone,
Daddy wants to take our picture,
This isn’t really any fun.
I just want to run to Mummy
Go home for my hot cross bun*.
Daisy says it’s time to leave now,
We’ll be there in just a while,
After lunch there’ll be surprises,
Something sure to make me smile.
Chocolate eggs to fill my basket,
Rounding Easter off in style.
©Marilyn Brindley 2015
* Hot Cross Buns are a traditional British Easter food.
I have memories of dressing up for Easter and when I was small my Great Aunt, living in America, sent me a new dress and gloves to be worn to church on Easter Sunday.
This piece was inspired the photograph at the top of the page and posted by Tess of Magpie Tales creative writing group.