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A moment Otherwise commonplace Then The door swings open And a word is unenthused - a welcome "Rosaline" - It's Rosaline's father who is hanging by the back door, clad in a raincoat with palpable raindrops He's holding something Small, oval shaped "It's an egg," he says "A duck egg" Rose ventures closer, not believing him She's fond of nature and herb remedies She sees the gel-like substance, void of protective shell, a faint orange block bobbing ever so slightly inside She topples to the floor in disbelief Smiling, grinning, actually, at the discovering She's also wary It's fragile We all come closer Rose rests a fingertip on the squishy egg She exclaims, "It's heartbeat. I can feel it's heartbeat." Its heart is weak, but it's still miraculous to feel How? Can someone excuse life when they feel it in their fingertips? The duck inside will one day hatch, soon I believe it will thrive despite the cold It will grow, and chirp, and flounder But it is life We could not bear to see the elementary duckling die Because once you've touched life You long for nothing else
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
Tangible Life
A moment Otherwise commonplace Then The door swings open And a word is unenthused - a welcome "Rosaline" - It's Rosaline's father who is hanging by the back door, clad in a raincoat with palpable raindrops He's holding something Small, oval shaped "It's an egg," he says "A duck egg" Rose ventures closer, not believing him She's fond of nature and herb remedies She sees the gel-like substance, void of protective shell, a faint orange block bobbing ever so slightly inside She topples to the floor in disbelief Smiling, grinning, actually, at the discovering She's also wary It's fragile We all come closer Rose rests a fingertip on the squishy egg She exclaims, "It's heartbeat. I can feel it's heartbeat." Its heart is weak, but it's still miraculous to feel How? Can someone excuse life when they feel it in their fingertips? The duck inside will one day hatch, soon I believe it will thrive despite the cold It will grow, and chirp, and flounder But it is life We could not bear to see the elementary duckling die Because once you've touched life You long for nothing else
#life #chooselife #duckeggs #spring
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heather-mc-corkle
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
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