Easter Sunday, and a poem runs
through my mind every year.
It’s by Yeats, and part of it goes:

 

   
 

Two Chinamen, behind them a third,
Are carved in lapis lazuli,
Over them flies a long-legged bird
A symbol of longevity;
The third, doubtless a servingman
Carries a musical instrument...

 

   
 

The words recall my dad, Mason,
who died during Easter.

 

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