Easter In Pittsburgh

Pride, From heritage and birthed love, Family, Coming together, The usual holiday, Italian food – in bulk, I hope for pineapple bread pudding, As well as fully intend to joke with the great Mr. Bellagio, Dye eggs perhaps? Tradition of course set in stone, Sleeping on the sheeted couch petting what I love the most, Warmth and heat, For Nanook of the North is brittle, elderly, and easily frozen over, Certainly will see snow atop the hills and mountains, Primanti’s perhaps? Shopping is certain, A brief whisk away by relatives via birth, This Easter is to be adored, Tradition set in untouched stone.