Egg Tooth

a forever... or two ago mother fled the nest she left behind only one firecracker colored feather which I keep to this day the days are cold inside my egg thick walled fortress of unborn memories I scratch against the sides to mark the days her days..our days brother sits beside me half-hatched a silly egg cap curving his little bird back he saw a little of to much, I saw to much of nothing I like to think she took some momento of her past to wherever she landed, a twig, a piece of shell, maybe a chorus of deep black peeps or perhaps an egg tooth... or two that tap against her eggshell skull