dear ashtray wednesday diary,
forty days til easter. rub some oil on your head. forty days till the bunny comes and puts an egg in your bed. i have never really been the one to celebrate it all with candy- but i'll eat a ham and potatoes and stuff- and go to services with my family. when i was little my mom and i always wore matching dresses- we had the hats and handbags too- i always felt like a princess. then in 1978 that all ended for us- she got really sick the night before easter- nothing was ever the same after that and five years later- we lost her. easter lost its magic for me and no matter how hard i try, all these years later- bunnies still make me cry. when my brother shot one before easter dinner- that upset me terribly. grandpa was happy about it- his little lettuce plants and carrot tops had one less predator- but i was sad. bunnies need to eat too.
forty days til easter. rub some oil on your head. forty days till the bunny comes and puts an egg in your bed. i have never really been the one to celebrate it all with candy- but i'll eat a ham and potatoes and stuff- and go to services with my family. when i was little my mom and i always wore matching dresses- we had the hats and handbags too- i always felt like a princess. then in 1978 that all ended for us- she got really sick the night before easter- nothing was ever the same after that and five years later- we lost her. easter lost its magic for me and no matter how hard i try, all these years later- bunnies still make me cry. when my brother shot one before easter dinner- that upset me terribly. grandpa was happy about it- his little lettuce plants and carrot tops had one less predator- but i was sad. bunnies need to eat too.
