I have a special wish for you
dressed in your Easter finest
I hope for you good things to come
and blessings of the kindest.
The eggs are hiding in the grass
our baskets by our side,
“Oh look, I’ve found an Easter egg!”
I heard you cry with pride.
Now baskets full let’st’s celebrate
with candy, eggs and cheer
enjoy your Easter Sunday
hold your friends and family dear.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
This picture was taken of my brother and me on Easter of 1963 in our living room in Michigan City, Indiana before church. That hair! Look at those legs I was a real Tomboy growing up.
My mom always got us new clothes for church on Easter and often made them herself. She made both of our outfits that year I loved that dress and apron. Good memories here!
Happy Easter Sunday to all of my fellow poets at Poets United! This isn’t linked to Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads or dVerse~Poets Pub but this is for all of my friends I write with.
She can wash the clothes and hang ’em on the line
she can dress the children and make ’em shine
she feeds the pets and cares for you
yet he’s the one who wears the shoes.
She can look real pretty-she cleans up nice
you never have to ask her twice
her cooking wins at the country fair
yet he’s the one who drives her there.
She’s a real wonder woman she does it all
she does it all at his beck and call
empty inside, it pains me to say
this wonder woman has lost her way.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
This picture reminds me of that song, “He brings home the bacon, she fries it up in a pan”, and then something about her man. A real balancing act, keep it up or fall!
My mother’s marriage (the 50’s) and her friends had husbands like this, talented women who gave it all up for marriage and kids. Even today women do it, I did this somewhat myself (the giving up of my career without the kids) and still have a little regret about it now. Today I am older, single and wiser; I like it that way.
Written with Saturdays Image Write and Poets United.
Mother’s On The Moon
It’s almost the month of June
not quite yet the end of May
my mother’s on the moon
and there is where she stays.
She fell in love with a man
the man she saw in the moon
coming up with a perilous plan
to go in a makeshift balloon.
I watched through a telescope tense
as she made her frivolous flight
it caused some earthly suspense
but she made it that very night.
Towards the end of a lovely June
their love blossomed and grew
bringing forth a second moon
but no one was feeling blue.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
In modern use, when 13 full moons occur in a year, usually one calendar month has two full moons; the second one is called a “blue moon“.
Shared with Poets United.