Loud Yelling Knuckles cracking Sick on car rides Holding hands Running through snow Runny nose Tired Tires Screeching on the pavement Two people in love didn't make this This Me My Fault My Family Hurt Hit Scared Soft Big hat box Full of soft Gloves And just too small socks With ribbons around the ankles Itchy hats With lace And flowers One was always yours And one was always mine But my favorite Were the handkerchiefs Small flowers embrioded on the corners Purple or blue Or yellow or pink One in my pocket One in your purse
It was better than Christmas It was like heaven It was like some dream Some beautiful dream I didn't want to wake up from A calm in the middle of the storm That was my household It was Sunday And The Lords day
And everyone was quiet
And everyone
Was beautfiul . . .
Memories that stick with me. Are not all bad. My life before, big family, little money, mean daddy. but Easter, Easter was good.