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Connett Bonnets

Easter is a special time of year
though 'Easter Bunny'
is not welcome here.

It's a blessed time, a holy time...
that's true;
celebrating the gift of love
from Jesus
to me and you.

In '81, through no fault of my own,
I landed in hospital,
fracturing many a bone.

Laid up in traction
with no Easter bonnets;
bare heads in the parade
for my three little Connetts.

My young sister took charge,
in spite of a grudge
she had festered for years,
a relationship smudge.

Many hours she spent
so my motherless chicks
would not parade hat-less,
yes, Vicki could fix.

Next week our brother,
on a hospital visit,
came with smiles to my bedside,
I challenged, 'What is it?'

He showed me some photos
of three blonde-haired Connetts,
they all won first prizes
for love-laboured,
Easter bonnets.

Thanks, Vicki.

By cherryk

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