Coloring Eggs

Today, dear friends, a look at the traditional Easter holiday from a different perspective. A while back a fellow employee asked me, coincidentally around Easter, how to deal with some racial issues within her family. This is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy it and pass it on to others who might be in need of a fresh perspective.

Coloring Eggs
It was a sobering occasion when my nephew wandered in
With some racial observations on the color of our skin
Wanting answers for the first time regarding nationality
And the myriad of people who were not the same as he
When I explained it didn’t matter and that folks are all the same
He didn’t buy it for a moment, yet he was not to blame
For his powers of observation were surely keen enough to see
How racial lines divide our world and have through history
He had learned to hate and fear and judge, just like the rest of us
Mostly from the very folks who should have fostered love and trust
Yet, no matter how we teach them, we still wake one day to find
That our children grow up just like us, they are not color blind
I took him to the kitchen, we put some eggs into a pan
I turned on the stove to boil them and carry out my plan
I had a box of Easter dye, which we mixed and had in place
And once the eggs were done and cooled, on each we drew a face
We placed them in the colored dyes, two dozen eggs we made
In every color of the rainbow, and each a different shade
I let them dry and lined them up, we looked at them a while
“Now the real fun begins,” I told him with a smile
We cracked the eggs and peeled them and lined them up again
I discarded all the colored shells, we learned our lesson then
When suddenly he sat up straight and his eyes flew open wide
He understood, and so proclaimed, “They’re all the same inside!”
By Frank Carpenter ©