On Easter eve we made a team of 3,
equipping baskets for the family
(although no one’s religious, very young,
or needing sugar raiment for the tongue).
The oldest would have rather done without,
but watched my daughter’s face suffuse with doubt
potentially resentful, or at least
sincerely disappointed, so I ceased
refusing, quick as Easter bunnies spring.
The other mind set sours everything.