5 Easter Poems

Easter (i)

Thursday 

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He looks with round face and clear 

Dark eyes, smiling with a gummy grin

He rubs his soft cheeks against mine

And chuckles, his baby breath

A warm breeze in passing

He dribbles down his chin 

Reaching imperfectly 

With perfect hands

For what he cannot grasp

Kicks his legs

With tomato-soft knees

And baby-burps a sour

Splurge on my shoulder

Warm and reassuring 

I walk with him in my arms,

Whispering the 'Shema'

In his lettuce-like ear

'Hear O Israel

The Lord your God

Is One'

Oh Judas,

You are such

A lovely baby.