Easter Eve
by Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
while dew was still shining on flowers
mother went with her knapsack of seeds to the cemetery to raise petunias and daisies father climbed to the top of the cherry tree half-sleeping a baby spring wind opened a pathway in his white hair some bees came to visit us it was too early I waved my arms to send them away
fearing they would frighten dad
at our homeor they would make him think it was too late trying not to wake him up or lull him asleep completely while mother pulled out weeds father lay stretched atop the cherry tree |
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