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The Fried Egg.

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Published by Bradene on October 13, 2008 - 11:43
from the ABC set Family Life

The white of the egg
slowly and reluctantly
disappeared between trembling lips
mingling with salty teardrops
lapped up by tongue
buds yearning for a friendly taste.

I just longed for my mummy
Who was away buying my baby sister.

Teatime
I stared in dismay at the lone yolk
Lying on the saucer,
Through my tears
I could swear it winked at me.

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artisus | October 13, 2008 - 13:12

great last stanza, a good, good autobiographical poem Val.
xX

Bradene | October 13, 2008 - 14:28

Thanks nic, how sweet. Val x

littleditty | October 13, 2008 - 16:24

liked this very much too Val, how it zooms one straight to childhood - one thought, Who's bud..howzabout either: lapped up by a budding tongue/lapped up by tongue buds yearning for...xx

Bradene | October 13, 2008 - 16:33

Thanks LD like your suggestion so I edited out a couple of ands too. Not too fond of ands meself(-; Val x