I bought some eggs,
Delicate, fragile and weak!
Carefully I had to carry them,
Walking at the pace of a snail,
Mindful of the disaster that awaits
If they are mishandled.
I got to the table….
Oh! The joy of a safe trip!
Words are Eggs,
Delicately prepared for emotional changes.
Carefully, they should be selected
Slowly, they should be used.
Mindfully scrutinized, for messages sent are emotionally inclined..
Oh! When we speak, even the walls care to listen,
And our words cannot be taken back.
Or have you seen a broken egg remoulded?
Anita is a member of the Spyglass Writers’ Club. She is a budding story teller and poet. She studies Communication and Language Arts in the University of Ibadan.