We didn't have much that early Easter eve
as my brother and sisters and I begged Mom with mouths
      drooling,
for jelly beans that shone like pearls on the department
     store's shelves.
Chocolate rabbits beckoned us to be eaten,
with our senses overwhelmed in pure pleasure of wanting
     to do so.
Mom reached deeply into her dark-green frayed coat,
      which no one would envy wearing.
She quickly pulled out her gray worn purse,
snapping open its weak latch to peek inside,
I watched from a short distance as Mom peeked inside,
watching her heart breaking along with her pride.
I knew with my whole heart that early Easter eve that
     Mom truly cried,
for she only had a dollar,
as her disappointed children sighed.