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Poem: “The Incredible Edible Catholic Egg”

The
Incredible
Edible
Catholic
Egg

Incredible,
Edible,
Catholic egg.
For you
I’d sell
An arm and a leg.

Delighting rich
And simple
Folk.
Hard-boiled
White
Around the yolk.

Sometimes scrambled.
Sometimes
Fried.
Often next
To bacon’s
Side.

Spittering,
Sputtering,
Splashing grease
But into my life
You bring
Such peace.

For after
Matins’ morning
Prayer
I go to the
Fridge
And you are there.

Always
Constant
Circled friend
No beginning
No big
End.

Reminding me,
When sick
Or well
You’re always
There
Inside the shell.

Ready to
Nourish
Ready to feed
Obeying God,
Your dairy
Creed.

And yes
You’re Catholic,
Incredible egg
For monks say
You’re best…
With a St. Bernard’s keg!

Hilary McRee Flanery


Hilary McRee Flanery studied Theatre Arts in college at Webster University in St. Louis Missouri, USA. She has been in numerous theatre productions over the last 20 years but her real claims to fame have been "Opening Nights" in leading roles on delivery tables throughout the US Midwest where she has performed and produced ten children.


"Raising a large family and writing means that I set up strict priorities. I start each day with a prayer that has been in my family since God was a boy - 'Come Holy Ghost...give me the faith of your Saints, the courage of your martyrs, and the money and success of your athiests.'"

Hilary and her husband, Randy, have been hapily married for 30 years and are certifiably insane. They know this to be a fact since Randy is a Clinical Psychologist.

The Flanerys reside in St. Louis, Missouri with their 10 children, termites and a large bottle of wine. She blogs at www.hilaryflanery.blogspot.com.