Easter Egg Hunt

She jumps out of bed 

And runs around the house

Yelling mercilessly: “he’s been, he’s been!”

With bunny ears on, her bag In hand, 

She sits eagerly 

On the stairway to the hallway. 

Not yet out her pyjamas, 

She fidgets very patiently 

Waiting for the Easter egg hunt.

A warm hot cross bun in hand,

Melted butter running down her arm

She sits swinging her legs on the stool. 

Her Sunday best on,

Standing proudly in her shoes,

She waits by the door ready for church. 

Her face is covered in chocolate, 

Glee embedded on her face

She has not a fear in the world. 

She does not know me 

But I know her,

My glee embedded in her face.

I watch now from afar, 

Wishing I could go back

My face covered in chocolate.