Pisanka Siostrzyczki

I remember the spring

you painted

dozens

of

whittled white

pine

eggs

in the nest 

of your darkened

room

Vibrant

saturated

sparkling

orbs 

leaving

glitter

kisses

on

my hands

many years later

I hold 

my fuschia

egg

my

glistening

Faberge

memories

of

you 

NaPoWriMo  Day 20

Based on the prompt to write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift

*pisanka siostrzyczki - Translated from Polish - baby sister's easter egg