I remember the day on our make-shift raft
we didn’t float very far but we floated real fast
soaked from head to toe in our Sunday best
the saplings came apart before we could fish.
There’s not many good memories in my brain
Easter like all other holidays was not for our kind.
Yet a few existed where they tried real hard
baskets and presents, egg searches in the yard.
You and I are kin but my heart it still hurts
I focus on forgiveness on Easter cause
healing my heart is worth more than the hurt. -Amberdawn (CRG)