I Remember Easter

It was left in the attic.

Preserved and painted straw baskets, small in frame

Raffai of fuchsia and magenta wrapped its body

and weaved through its plaits

But, like old cassette tapes they still held memories

inside. They have forgotten

Plastic eggs left to rot

With melted jellybeans, always

Colors of the rainbow with its colors turned neutral

The light of a promise aged away.

There’s no one to fill them

For they cater to the younger ones now

Those that remain

Whose traditions were never broken.