morning poetry

Breakfast Together

 

I get the carton out

she selects two brown eggs

and cracks them 

while I hold the bowl.

I take away the shells while

she teases them with a fork till the yolks disappear

I plop a spoonful of bacon grease into the black skillet and turn on the fire

she continues teasing while the grease melts

I pour them sizzling into the pan and tilt it

We watch them puff up.

In a minute or two I slide them onto a small china plate with roses on it

because it is her favorite.

She asks for salt and pepper then digs into puffy egg bliss.