Family Dream
by Julie O’Neil
Like a row of crocuses splitting open the frozen
ground to mark the end of winter’s leathery earth
Sun glistened buds lift their heads in a brilliant
display of yellow and purple.
They greet the heavens like a mountain range
touches the sun to celebrate the moment.
The young women march!
With lace blouses and white gloved hands they stroll
down the Easter path in patent leather steps
Striking the crowds with splashes of fabric designed
to imitate season’s transformation.
Counting one to ten in a familiar diagonal line,
heights range from oldest to youngest.
The young women march!
Pillars on either side bolster the line, the sons
stand aside. The rewards of winter’s work like bulbs
planted in autumn bring forth blooms in spring.
A mother’s heart bent over the sewing machine,
embroidering love in each seam - twenty hands
working in unison with needles and thread.
A father’s nurturing vision clears the space and
time to turn their dreams to shine for this one day.
The joy of their vision parades down the lane.
A family affair for all to share. One for all, all for one,
these inseparable twins.
The young women march!