• The window curtains are closed.
    But we can see the sun coming through, in narrow slits.
    Shadows are all we can see outside. They move quickly.
    They say we can't look. That's cheating.
    Suddenly the door opens, and children rush outside.
    The babies toddle about, looking in wonder at bees and sucking sweet flavor from clover.
    The children run through the long, green grass and searching
    through the daffodils and bushes and trees
    for the small, brightly colored eggs.
    The older kids sit on the deck, wishing they, too, were searching for candy-filled eggs
    but they want to appear mature and too old for silly games.
    The parents watch the children hunt, encouraging them to keep looking
    as they drink icy juice, eat lemon pies, and spread sweet cream onto the fruity tarts for the children.
    When the hunt is over, the children rest on the deck and lick the cream off the tarts.
    Then they break open the eggs, count them, and boast because they got more than the babies.
    Candy wrappers litter the ground as they chew soft chocolate, marshmallow bunnies, and lick lollipops.
    The older children walk around, begging for candy.
    They remember to join in next year.