Tradition

Sitting at my younger son's dining room table, writing in my usual position no matter where I happen to go. Today being Easter, we are all together as always, kids having eaten candy, picked up bunny footprints from around their house, enjoying this particular tradition. Creating this tradition when only thirteen years old for my younger sisters and brother, making bunny foot prints from construction paper, and placing them every where, giving happiness first thing on Easter. Having copyrighted this original idea and creation, giving permission to family and friends throughout the years to use my idea for their own children. Looking up from my poetry journal, eyes resting on my youngest Granddaughter's Easter basket, straw strewn all around it on the carpet, bunny prints everywhere. Basket bereft of candy, because she has eaten and shared it with everyone around her, such a sweet and generous young girl of four. Picturing her basket on inner photographic screens with- in, a beautiful memory of her spirituality having been formed at an early age, a tradition of past Italian heritage. Wonderful sight to see, knowing that all toys, stuffed rabbit, stickers, hard-boiled colored eggs are all put safely away in the refrigerator or toy box, bunny foot prints still being played with all over the house.