running all the way home

with our envelopes sealed

with coins.

off we went to

church

on Easter morning,

the cellophane baskets

of pink

and yellow,

full of chocolate rabbits

and jelly

beans would have to wait.

would the mass

ever end?

our knees ached.

our hands pressed together,

sweating.

then finally the priest

would parade

by, so slowly,

and we'd scurry out 

the side door,

running all the way home.