The Egg Hatcher
This father hen spent half a lifetime
tending to eggs.
as they say
it's a man's duty to stay
within the blaze of a mundane rain...
day after day
protect hatchlings from fangs
and the darkness{es}
that will surely arrive
on the eves of tomorrow's eyes...
Half a lifetime
panning for gold
but tasting pyrite
half a lifetime with half a soulmate
while the real deal slides by and by
out of sight
down the grate
out of life
out of time...
for Christ's sake
for the sake of eggs.
Just the other day
grandson told me he loved me
I said I love you too...
Then I asked his four-year-old heart
what love was.
He replied, "you PAPPA".
How do you walk away from that? I ask
so I stay anchored to hatchling and eggs
As Grandma used to say
"you've made your bed now sleep in it"...
God, how I miss her Atlantic cold honesty.
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