Easter

Eight cars squeezed into the driveway. The
kitchen full of daughters and granddaughters
cooking, talking, laughing.
Jim making biscuits.
Cousins passing around the baby.
She looks at them and goes back to sleep.
After lunch, they blow bubbles between
the cars in the cool green sunshine.

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