I found another easter poem

When I was little I used to think that

if someone died they had 3 days to come back.

If they didn’t come back in that time

then they were really dead.

A small part of me still thinks that.

Still crazy after all these years

10 minutes tops

she promises

30 minutes later

I’m still waiting

By now

you’d think I’d learn

Super Late Valentine's Poem

We do things for the people we love

That’s how it works,

how I understand love

as a 19 year old.

You drop everything

go help them

leave them notes 

write them letters

hey I was thinking of you

so I bought you this

give them space

and kisses or hugs

call to say hi

drive five hours for a visit

give them your coat

take nail polish off crummy toes

do the dishes 

go to work

die on a cross.

Love is about sacrifice.

Rainy Nights

Sitting on the porch

Mom’s eyes tilt down 

reading her latest library book

in the wicker arm chair

with feet up on the ottoman

and warm cat with eyes closed 

perched on her lap

The other cat looking past the screen in vain

Slow, Mom turns the page

and props her right hand by her lips

tilting her head in anticipation

Dad said goodnight an hour ago

telling her the questioned time

Oh, it’s so late, she says

as she continues to read

in rhythm with the raindrops

Easter Poem

Tradition
This year I hid the eggs
but still got a card from my parents
and homemade chapstick from my sister

We didn't go to church
but I did avoid the catholics
who are awful drivers
as they escaped from the church
behind my house

Easter is a lot less magical
when you have to be the Bunny