HOPE
a poem by Yuri Kageyama March 13, 2022
My son used to say:
Mommy, your boiled eggs are so good,
The best in the world;
We would sit together on the grass,
Munching on boiled eggs
Simply perfect,
Smoothly moist when peeled:
Mama no yude tamago wa sekai ichi oishiinda
That little voice promises;
How blessed I am to be in a world
That has the chicken and the egg,
Whichever came first, and clean water to boil.
How blessed I am to be in a world
To have a son who sees love
In an egg boiled in water.
