Eggshells

Eggshells

You tried to make 

pancakes for me 

one dreary morning

with shaky hands

not quite used 

to the stove's heat. 

Though they turned out 

oval and burnt, 

as I felt 

the crunch of eggshells

beneath my weary teeth, 

all I could taste

was your smiling face, 

and since then, 

I've never had anything 

as sweet.