You may wonder
how peeling the shells off eggs
makes me smile......
but it does!
I've been making egg salad sandwiches
and smiling the whole time!
While I am wrestling with the eggs
trying to get the paper-thin shell
to come off without removing too much egg.......
I'm reminded of my dad.
Whenever my dad would peel eggs
it would kick him off
into an hour long tangent....
''Those stupid farmers! ''
''They are so greedy they give the chickens
something to make them lay more eggs
and it's making their shells so thin I can't remove it
without losing half the egg! ''
He would go on and on while we rolled our eyes
and gave eachother ''the look''.
''Here he goes again! ''
We learned to volunteer to peel the eggs
just to avoid hearing the speech.
Well, he's been gone for 12 yrs now........
What I wouldn't give to hear that speech again!
I still hear him.
Only now, I smile while I wrestle the shells off the eggs.
I think I said this before Mary, it's far better than peeling onions, they really do make you cry! Lovely reminiscences. Love Ernestine XXX
You continue to amaze us with your ability to turn the mundane into the magnificent.
... and you make me smile. A smiling poem tinged with sadness but a joy to read.
When we leave this Earth, all of us would like to be remembered. While you are peeling those eggs, I can picture him smiling right with you! God bless you and your dad! A ten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
MARY, , , , , , , , , , , ITS THE SMALL MOMENTS IN LIFE THAT MEAN THE MOST..GREAT POEM.