All the color.
All the flavor.
I started hiding them,
like my mother did every Easter.
On dusty ledges
high and low.
In tin cups
and soap dishes.
On picture frame edges.
Some of these
smooth pebbles
to be found
during the next major cleaning.
What would Jesus do
with these tiny gems?
Maybe He would hold
them in his palm
and roll them around
and smile.
He would see all the color,
taste all the flavor.
He would think of you.
That yellow one is the sunshine
that rises on your face.
That green one would be the
curving curiosity of your heart.
That white one would be
the stone you brought home
from Lake Michigan and put
under your pillow.
That marbled pink and red
one that imbued your
sensitivity and passion.
That blue one is the sky
spread above your wonder.
Each one would pass over His
life line and move and roll,
like a stone away from a tomb.
His lips would purse, then relax
into a gentle smile.
This year two of my older boys hid the jelly beans. I didn’t want them to see my crying over jelly beans. Sheesh! In a while the search will ensue. The children will be hunting for the beautiful pebbles. If Jesus were here I wonder if he would search with them…
Gerald the Writer 
i def. think he would…it’s so often the small things that bring back the memories…happy easter to you jerry…
you to C.
Jerry, I think it’s good for your boys to see you cry because of memories of your Mom the jelly beans brought you. Seeing you express love and sorrow teaches them how to love and that it’s OK to let others see their sadness. There’s just too much holding everything in and trying to be strong. Showing your weakness makes you strong.
My Mom’s been gone two Easter’s now……….I still miss her.
I’m sure that Jesus would join the children in the hunt.
God Bless
Thanks Brenda, they have seen tears from me. Today when we went to pray before dinner, my wife suggested singing the song we grew up with…The Johnny Appleseed Song. The last time I sang it was with my adult siblings, their children, my children, and nieces and nephews at my mother’s memorial. Again, I just couldn’t and now wonder if I should have. “My tears have been my meat” almost daily since my mother died. It is slowly ebbing. Sorry to hear about your mother. Thank you so much for your kind words.