Easter Sunday (For Mom)

Mom put out quite a spread.
For the day that Jesus bled.
There weren't no bunny.
And there weren't no ham.
But God did we break bread!

There were homemade muffins and scones.
Chicken meatballs, spinach souffle.
Pasta salad, everything homemade.
The cobbler of walnuts, sweetness and nuts
Was the most amazing stuff!

Mom met my girl.
Said she shone like a pearl.
We had great conversation.
We talked of things spiritual.
And had the most amazing meal!

Mom is modest about her gifts.
And of how much she gives.
Considering the riches she bestows.
Of a beauty too few know.
Her love is in abundance!

Our day was exquisite.
Every second precious.
Time went by like grains of sand.
Who could possibly have such a hand?
To make a dream but we can't re-live it?!