Easter Eggs

I am nine learning
To decorate Easter
Eggs with my sibs
Around the kitchen
Table with hard-boiled
Eggs, crayons and dyes.
We draw our patterns in
Saw-toothed lines with
Circles faces hats figures,
Then die first the upper
Then the lower half in
Blues, reds, greens.
We clean up with what
We call dish rags
Wash rags
Scrub rags
And put the Easter eggs
Into the icebox till morrow.
We are aware of our out
Moded speech and pride
Ourselves in our antiquated
Use of words let go by others.
Easter morning we scatter
Across the yard in search of
Chocolates candies even eggs,
A breakfast of seldom
Experienced delight.
Not the eggs,
The milk
Chocolates
With nuts and
Dark chocolates
Until the cocoa browns
Our blood and sets
Us off in wild
Abandon
Around
The yard to
Run ourselves out.
Our joy is curbed
By our Sunday
School class
Lessons on
The true
Way
To celebrate
Easter,
We like the
Hunt for
The chocolates.