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Eggshells Everywhere

Mom woke up early to bake the pie.  The special occasion pie.  Her daughter’s favorite.  She rolled out the chilled dough with the old rolling pin and crimped the edges just so. She danced with anticipation as the custard bubbled to its chocolatey glory.  When all was done, there were eggshells everywhere. She tidied the kitchen humming their favorite tune.  
     At last the doorbell rings and there is the delightful smile of her beautiful girl! Though a bit awkward they hug and chat pleasantly. But before Mom can present her scrumptious offering, something from the bitter forbidden list almost slips from Mother's lips.  Almost, but her daughter’s keen ear hears it.  Almost is enough. Enough to trigger her daughter’s rehearsed response--leaving Mom stunned and alone with her disappointed expectations. 


behind the slammed door 
the said, unsaid, and dust swirl
untouched meringue weeps


3/8/2021

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Quoth Theraven Date: 3/27/2021 5:13:00 PM P.S,. A recipe for unintended disaster, and a sad slice awaiting forgiveness. The times we let our words slip, and they can't be put back, try as we might. Too often left 'stunned and alone'. Still, only ones who care so much risk losing approval. -Richard Login to Reply P.S. Awtry Date: 11/4/2021 10:14:00 PM thank you Richard for stopping by and of course for commenting. It is always good to know that you have communicated what you intended. :) ps

Richard Lamoureux Date: 3/20/2021 3:28:00 PM Great story telling. Login to Reply P.S. Awtry Date: 3/22/2021 5:28:00 PM Thank you so much Richard :)

M. L. Kiser Date: 3/13/2021 5:14:00 PM Aw, no pie today, a nicely crafted Haibun, so sad. Login to Reply P.S. Awtry Date: 3/14/2021 9:29:00 PM Thank you ML :)

Andrea Dietrich Date: 3/10/2021 5:33:00 PM hmmm, I was thinking she fixed the pie with an ingredient her daughter does not like. But maybe this goes deeper than that. In any event, I really enjoyed the read and the title itself really draws us in. Login to Reply P.S. Awtry Date: 3/11/2021 7:06:00 AM I reread it with your comment in mind and wow I see what you mean... I’ll have to tweak something. Thank you very much! :)

Kim Rodrigues Date: 3/10/2021 8:23:00 AM Too often such things happen. The said, unsaid, the moat between two people. I feel the glory and deliciousness of the cake, the scent but perhaps the broken shells everywhere are a hint to what has happened and has not been healed. Nicely done, haibun. Login to Reply P.S. Awtry Date: 3/10/2021 9:43:00 AM Moat between people is a good way to put it. Love and hurt all mixed up together. Thank you for your insightful remarks. ~ps :)

Jennifer Fenn Date: 3/9/2021 1:36:00 PM Oh this invokes feelings of pity for both Mom and daughter. Well written! Login to Reply P.S. Awtry Date: 3/9/2021 1:44:00 PM Oh good! That is what I wanted. Thank you for the feedback!

Susan Lawrence Date: 3/9/2021 8:39:00 AM Wow...so descriptive and emotive. I have seen many a lemon meringue pie loving made by my Mom with anticipation for its consumption. This stuns in its unrevealed storyline ! Love it . All the best, Susan :) Login to Reply Susan Lawrence Date: 3/9/2021 9:13:00 AM Yes being a Mom changes everything...we become instantly wise to so many little details ! P.S. Awtry Date: 3/9/2021 8:50:00 AM Thank you, so much. I wanted to capture that moment where you are saying, “wait, don’t go... how did that happen?” Nothing explained my mother to me like being a mom...