Saturday, May 13, 2023

Easter Egg Hunt By Sharon Waller Knutson

All dressed up 

in bonnets,

crinoline, 

and patten leather

at two and five

my sister and I find

hidden 

in the back yard

a dozen colored

eggs and two 

bottles

which mama

snatches 

out of our baskets

and pours

the stinking liquid

that smells

like daddy

down the drain.







Sharon Waller Knutson is a retired journalist and a widely published poet who lives in a wildlife habitat in Arizona. She has published ten poetry books including: What the Clairvoyant Doesn’t Say (Kelsay Books 2021,) Survivors, Saints and Sinners (Cyberwit 2022) and The Vultures are Circling (Cyberwit 2023.) Her poems have appeared most recently in ONE ART, Black Coffee Review, Verse-Virtual and Your daily Poem.
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