There is a point past which
you stay awake,
as if it’s morning,
but it’s not,
as if you could work all night,
but you can’t,
Your body is playing a trick on you,
and you need sleep now
more than you know,
You are hungry,
but won’t eat,
You will dream before
the new day breaks.
cfblack, 4-25-2022, 4am
Coloring eggs was family time,
mixing all the hues
with a tsp of vinegar
to make the colors bright,
I liked to draw my own design
invisible, magic,
that only showed when dropped into
a coffee mug of paint,
Carefully, I took my time,
not wanting this to end,
leaving one alone in blue
hoping they wouldn’t see,
and no one else would have an egg
a deeper blue than me.
My dad’s in his coffee cup
to watch it become brown,
I did it later with my kids,
and now they carry on,
Family time and bonding,
a happy memory,
Acceptance and creating
our own identity.
(just a little Easter memory)
Doctor Grandma 