Last Egg

I couldn't do it. I couldn't leave without it.
I had to fix her egg.

I wonder what she'll do,
I think I hear her praying
Loneliness keeps her company,
Will hunger cry and beg?

So many miles traveled , whole lot of days lived,
last minutes of the last act.
Hitching up the chariots, angels wait
for orders to go fetch her.

Butter splatters, toast is jumping
The egg is done cooking
Tears rush down into the skillet
My heart aches and all I can do is cry...

"Granny your egg is ready!!"

"Son, you used too much salt..."