My family was not religious as I grew up

Nor are they now

But we always celebrated Easter

 

Kites flying above

Eggs filled with trinkets

Baskets hidden in the dryer, we always forget

 

Toys with a toothy rabbit

Chicks on the cheap plastic

I don’t even like carrots

 

On those sunny Easter Sundays

I learned to hate the sunshine

Associated it with bickering

 

The happiness I felt turned sour

Much like the eggs

Fresh ocean air became suffocating

 

Distracting myself with bubbles

Brothers putting paper grass in my hair

Driving with the top down

 

Baskets soon stopped

No celebration

Dyeing eggs with beer

 

What holiday changes dates every year?

Confusing

Upsetting