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Easter Eggs for Lunch
by
Gay Guard-Chamberlin


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for my brother & sisters


I remember how we four
liked to crack each huntís

hard-won hoard against
our hard-boiled heads, and

the year the yolk was on us --
like a magician's trick

the sleight of hand was
seen at last while we stared

at one another paired
across the dining table,

gooey raw egg running down
our shell-shocked faces,

pretty pink and green shards
nestled in our hair,

mouths agape like baby birds,
super-glued to our chairs,

until laughter scrambled
with our tears.


© by Gay Guard-Chamberlin.
Used with the authorís permission.


Gay Guard-Chamberlin is a poet and artist living in Chicago. A member of the Illinois State Poets Society, Poets & Patrons, and Tall Grass Writers Guild, Gay is working on her first chapbook of poetry. Recently she visited Ireland, where she spent some time meditating in a small cave sacred to the ancient Celts.


Post New Comment:
ladybug:
Fun poem and fond memories all dripped together to tell an Easter tale.
Posted 04/22/2019 10:23 AM
Lori Levy:
Great image of the eggs cracking on your "hard boiled heads."
Posted 04/21/2019 01:13 PM
Janet Leahy:
The visuals here are priceless and fun. Thanks, and Happy Easter.
Posted 04/21/2019 10:53 AM
Jean Colonomos:
Jean Colonomos Here's egg in your wonderful eye.
Posted 04/21/2019 10:03 AM
cork:
The key word was "scrambled."
Posted 04/21/2019 09:33 AM
Marilyn Barber:
The Lord is risen ! And that is the beauty and wonderful gift from our Father. Thank you Jayne for all of the poems of April Marilyn Barber He is Lord
Posted 04/21/2019 09:10 AM
Larry Schug:
Eggcelent!
Posted 04/21/2019 06:44 AM


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