Egg Yolk Dreams
My Father I Miss in the Light of Egg Yolk
Isn’t it strange, my yearning for the yolk of an egg,
As a child, it was breakfast’s cherished ache.
Now, it’s my father I miss,
He, who in the mornings would gift me this bliss.
Separating yolk from white,
The golden sun to my appetite’s delight,
And the white, merely a shadow in our morning light.
Then he left, leaving behind dreams of yolk,
His dead, as gentle as the egg’s white cloak.
Unexpected, pure, a whisper unspoken,
I long for my father, our bond unbroken.
In our poor world, the yolk was a token,
Of love, of care, subtly woven.
Tasting it now brings a twinge, a remembrance,
Of a life in whites, of words unspoken.
I miss you so, in every yolk broken.
About the Creator
Nazl
She is alive and every day she realizes how much life is worth living.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
Comments (15)
This was beautiful! I miss my father too. Well written!
Congratulations 🎉🎉 for top story . "You have a gift for turning ordinary moments into extraordinary art. Thank you for sharing your talent with the world."
Beautiful ode to your father and egg yolk. May you find joy in every day that you can appreciate your time together. Blessings.
Nice One
Congrats on Top Story!🥳🥳🥳
What a moving meditation on something as basic yet profound as an egg yolk, entwining romantic and sorrowful memories inside its golden embrace.
I am deeply saddened. Thanks for sharing
What a beautiful yet sad memory. Yet a lovely tribute Congratulations
I love he you use this simple food to bring so much.
A beautiful tribute wiund around something so simple as the yolk. Food is so good at evoking memories, isn't it?
Oh this sad, especially the ending! Farm eggs have the best yolk.
I never thought the discussion of a yolk could be so touching!
For me an egg without a yolk is like a smartphone without a data connection
Such a lilting and peaceful poem. Congratulations on the Top Story recognition.
A beautifully written tribute to your father and the delicious egg yolk 👏🥰💘❤️