One from the album

One from the album


I am three,
coat buttoned tight,
on an Easter morning.
I share a garden with a cat
and the discarded wrapping
of an Easter egg.
Clutching the plaster rabbit
that sat waiting in the womb
of a cardboard egg,
I feel secure.

Love shown
in a myriad of eggs
of various sizes
as days of rationing fade away.

I don't know yet
that Easter is bigger than
silver-papered chocolate
nor that love also comes
in a myriad of sizes.