Eggs For My Daughter: A Poem for You
I never knew
how important
it was
to have my words
received.
This is what I am thinking about
as I separate eggs.
Two halves of the shell,
cups in which I
pour the yolk
back and forth,
a game of catch
from one to the next
as the white drips
a harvest in my bowl.
One reader,
one life,
one open heart
receiving what I offer
taking it from me,
completing the chain
carrying it
into her own life
spreading how
I don’t know
and never will
for now
it is
no longer mine.
For each reader
who takes the time
to pause upon a word,
I am grateful.
One word read
lifts a weight,
words like letters sent
need to be opened
cycle not complete
until unsealed
Just as I
reread and edit
taking in more
in my own words
than I ever knew
was there.
Uncovering
buried treasure
even when the words
are our own
and the receiver
of the gift
is us.
This is what I am thinking
as the egg whites
for my daughter
sizzle in their pan.
This book is an excerpt from Laurie Smith’s book Leap With Me: A Creative Path to Finding and Following Your Creative Voice.
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