Egg cups – a poem

Egg cups

 

It took hours to select

in Christmas eve rush

the simple porcelain cups:

 

good egg

bad egg

 

Paper tore apart

into a shattered smile.

My attempt to please

splintered into folly.

 

A clumsy child

in a china shop

ruptures

and cracks.

 

You see

trying so hard to please

 

I completely forgot

you do not like eggs.

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