I wrote this poem for my mother years ago, when she was finding new health and happiness after my father’s passing. Later this month, it will be 30 years since my father was called Home.
“Easter Dinner” was published first in Time Of Singing (1993), and I shared it here in 2010. I realized it’s another “gold” poem this morning. The “deep red rose” is from antiqueclipart.com.
The background is red
Her hair has become silver
And her dress is rust.
Her smile these days is pure gold
And her eyes sparkle anew.