The Easter eggs nest in their cups, new life all in a row?
No, no, sweet babe, no chickies here, no chickies here will grow.
I know it’s hard to understand; these eggs are not yet done;
You’ll dip them in the colored dish and dye them one by one.
T’morrow we’ll take them to the church and have them blessed by God,
On Sunday when we crack their shells you’ll see it’s been no fraud.
Tonight, sweet babe, rest well and sleep, the eggs will be outshone;
On Easter day our comfort comes, the Lamb’s Resurrection.
An Enigmatic Easter
Generous Wisdom | Spacious Heart 
This is so sweet and adorable! I love the rhyme and the playfulness in this poem. I can see you reading this to them for years to come. Your children are so blessed to have you for a Mom. The title is perfect and I love the sound of it with Easter. Happy Easter to all!!!
Thank you! This was a fun challenge. It is difficult for me to “be playful,” so it was hard work — thank goodness for the innocence of little ones and all the adorable things they say…!