Egg Poem by Lily YANG

Egg



The cookstove was too high for me to reach,
Mother steamed eggs on the pot to teach.
I moved a stool and a chair to stand on it,
I removed its lid and took out to slow eat.

Sunday, February 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,egg
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