Easter Eve

Easter Eve short poem

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while dew was still shining upon flowers
mother went with her knapsack of seeds
to the cemetery
to plant petunias and daisies
father climbed to the top of the cherry tree
half-sleeping
a baby spring wind opened a pathway
in his white hair
some bees came to visit us
but it was too early
I waved my arms to drive them away
fearing they would frighten dad
or they would make him think it was too late
waking him up
or lulling him asleep completely
at our home
while mother pulled out weeds
father lay stretched atop the cherry tree
as if over a calm sea
to avoid drowning
the way all dead float still on their backs
over flowers

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I am from Romania, I write poems and haiku and sometimes I translate them into English. My poems and haiku were published in various e-zines or poetry journals and magazines in print in Romania or abroad. Poetry is for me like champagne poured in a mug. I discovered this site and I can say that I found many good poems here.
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