What She Gave – in Memoriam
Deviled eggs snug each other in my spring green plastic bowl,
sitting on white lacey paper doilies as if dressed for a cotillion,
and sprinkled with smoky paprika.
Amalia, our writing friend, would often bring this dish to parties
where we swooned over the old-fashioned treat.
Now she’s gone, but her little tradition lives on.
This comforts me, eggy symbol of our dear artist pal
who loved our celebrations, especially the food choices.
I enjoyed watching her eat it all enthusiastically, like a kid.
She taught us to be free
-by Jacqueline Signori