We gather ‘round the table
Covered in newspaper
Grandma adds a touch of vinegar
to the hot water and dye,
which dissolves into color
inside each cup.
“It makes the colors brighter,”
She says,
And we patiently
await our turn,
The eggs are counted out before us,
We make designs
Write secret messages on them with crayon,
Before they are dropped into
The red, green and blue.
I hold the dipper,
Balancing the egg,
Determined to get the stripes just right,
Our creations appear before our eyes,
My father puts one in his coffee cup,
Creating the tradition, “the coffee egg”,
Three generations
Continue the fun,
And it matters little
that this Pagan ritual
has nothing to with the holiday,
We could care less where the tradition started,
It’s a day for family and fun,
A family together,
Three generations,
and a memory that lasts
A lifetime.
Doctor Grandma 
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