Ernie's deviled eggs

in his black

beret

and aviator sunglasses

he'd show

up

for the Easter dinner

late.

which was okay.

he was old

and a determined

atheist.

in he'd come with

his tray

of deviled eggs.

two dozen

that he'd be

working on the night

before.

he didn't say much

at the table,

he didn't believe

in God,

or the resurrection,

but we loved his

eggs.

they were really good.