Peeling Eggs Makes Me Smile - Poem by Mary Nagy
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.
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