She carried her basket carefully.
It only had one egg
but the smile on her face
was brighter than the sun.
As we walked to the car
she picked a little flower from the yard.
“I love you mommy.” she said
as she put it in my hand.
This was a gift of one miracle
from another wonderful miracle.
Olivia was my Easter joy
born five years ago.
A joy through adoption to
parents who could bear no child.
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