Delicate

Ralph walked home from the shops
clutching a packet of eggs.

As he felt them gently
move around in their container,
with each step he took,
he thought about how delicate life was.

When Ralph tripped over a curb
and smashed every single egg,
he got a call from him mum
to say his dad had died.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

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