My parents started a tradition of rolling eggs.
After the eggs were dyed and the meal eaten,
we'd go to the driveway and roll our favorite egg.
The rules would change from year to year.
One year you could roll your egg
until the shell broke then you were eliminated.
One year we got really adventurous
by climbing the hill in the backyard.
All the boiled eggs blew up going down the hill.
We started last year rolling eggs.
Hurricane insisted they by colored before rolling them.
They dyed their eggs and called their cousin via FaceTime
to roll eggs with them.
I'm nostalgic and like to remember to build
from the good memories for our future.