Winter fades, and springtime weather spouts like seeds on the ground. Easter glory is anticipated. Surprisingly, rain pours down on Easter Sunday. We drive to my little grandgirls, who wait with Easter glee for morning rain to turn to sunshine. In the meantime, the six-year-old starts a conversation about Grandpa in heaven. Will he come back to see us? She wants to know. "You might see him in your dreams like I do." Then, my almost three-year-old asks, "Is Grandpa above? She points to the ceiling, and I smile while the conversation continues during these moments of love and kindness.
It's time for Easter Sunday Mass. The three little girls are ready to share their fashion show of matching sweater outfits, hairstyles with bows, and small purses. Spring rains start shouting with loud roars. People, like me, dash into the church. The falling rain does not quit; its roar pounds on the roof during Mass. After the beautiful ceremony, people stand in line to have photos taken at Christ has Risen photo op. Then, everyone dashes through the rain to their cars. With family and friends, we drive to our favorite, nearby Italian restaurant for Sunday dinner. "Dad would love this day," my son says as we exit.
easter lovespreads abovebehind cloudsrain drops splashpour and roara surprisespring dancesadvancessmall seeds sprout
©CVarsalona, Easter 2026, tricube poem
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Carol, the rainy weather could not dampen the joy of Easter. I love the first stanza of your poem. Love is above us. He looks down on us and showers us with His blessings. Standing with Him are our loved ones letting us know they are still with us and watching out for us. Bob
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bob, for giving me a thumbs-up on the first stanza. I can picture my loved ones standing behind HIM as guardian watchers. Easter is always a day for families.
DeleteAh, Carol, I'm so glad you finished this beautiful Easter post. I love how the rain colors the day, but not in a negative way. Beautiful. I love this: "spring dances / advances" The rain is all part of it. The precious little grandgirls and their conversations about Grandpa are so poignant.
ReplyDeleteDenise, thank you for your comment. I remember Art Linkletter saying, "Kids say the darndest things." That is true but the topic of Grandpa is alway a time to pause and explain to them. I cherish their every word about their Grandpa. Have a wonderful week.
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