Easter Eggs
When Easter time had come again
With Easter eggs to dye,
We chose to paint our eggs with thoughts
Of those who would be nigh.
For dad we chose a purple shade
Which stands for royalty,
For he is head within the home
And pledged to family.
For mom we chose a yellow shade
so bright and sunshine warm,
She is the heart within the home
She shelters us from harm.
My sister's egg was pastel pink,
So feminine and gay,
The shade of ribbons and of lace
And apple bloom in May.
Much like the nearby meadowed hills,
My egg was dyed a green,
For boys just love to romp outdoors
When spring is on the scene.
Our grandma's shade was lilac soft,
And grandpa's shade was blue,
For soft and gentle hues just fit
These fond and loving two.
When all our eggs had been prepared,
How beautiful they were!
We found we'd painted them to love
This special time of year.
By Craig E. Sathoff
Why paint eggs when nature has already done such a magnificent job already?
Happy Easter!
Upper image by Gillian Woods
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