Edges of Knowing
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving - Mary Oliver
There was the community egg hunt in the muddy meadow...
and a bouncy house
and so much blooming...
and the birthday party with much magic
and the witch socks that I donned for his merriment
and the Easter brunch with friends
and a table for two
and two buds dying eggs
and three boys playing tops
and that magical bunny who made my boy so happy...
with these books ...
and a sweet little wind up chick that tickled his heart...
and all those colorful felty eggs stuffed with treats and hidden about the house.
"Mama", he said, "Easter is all about the egg and the egg is all about birth".
And my heart melted in perfect time with the chocolate on my tongue.