I remember hiding eggs for my little brothers,
They were tiny and sweet and curious,
They loved the treasure hunting,
It went down a treat,
Each Easter Sunday.
And when they were found,
I’d hide them again,
Two, three times,
The hunting went,
And smiles all around,
From me to them,
The joyous moments shared,
Loving, sibling hearts together,
And then –
The feasting commenced,
How my brothers loved this part,
Where they could indulge,
Contented were their hearts,
The shiny egg foil carelessly discarded upon the ground,
Where will these chocolates be?
Will they be hidden again or never again found?
And quietly with great grins did the feasting go on,
So many eggs there were to count,
Now there was basically nothing left!
All but gone!
And the satisfaction from their sugar-filled bellies could all be seen
Upon their expressions,
Time to rest,
The sugar rush caused a tiredness that’s overwhelming.
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