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J’adore les oeufs

I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
~ James M. Barrie

You are mighty,
though tiny

a squeal of delight
a shout of triumph
a pillar of hope;

a whisper of a million possibilities.

When I look at a magic carton of you,
I see
a sandpit of winks
a jar of treats
a ride on a merry-go-round
Mary Poppins’s bag of fun.

I like you when you sit simply, patiently,
on my windowsill.

I do like you,
I do, I do.

I like you in cakes,
pies and all sorts of dishes;
poached or
boiled or
woven through sauces.

I adore you when I scramble you and
you morph into yellow ribbons of hope,
cheering me on.