THE OLD EMPTY BASKET

I’ve an old empty basket, I look at it sometimes.

When I do, I think of you, and I’m taken back in time.

When you were young, with little ones, and I was only ten.

You taught me how to fill their baskets, you and I were friends.

With colored eggs, with candy, with straw, and colored bows.

We dressed them up in every way, until we made them glow.

We cooked and colored eggs, in green, and yellow, and blue.

You let me help you hide them, we never left a clue.

The years have come and gone, your hair and mine have grayed.

But the memories of baskets, are with me still today.

For each year since then -- you’ve made a point -- of making me anew.

An Easter basket filled with love, always comes from you.

The baskets that we made, the baskets that you gave,

Have burned a message in my heart - I’ll carry to my grave.

Dedicated to Janice Corbin, Died January. 26, 2016