The simple truth

Our breakfast might sometimes
            be as simple as a soft boiled egg
with a slice of toast and some jam
            the big end of the egg pricked
to allow the air sac to void
            when immersed in boiling water

It became something of a ritual
            and I remember how you struggled
to decapitate the egg with a single
            swipe of the knife and how instead
you crushed the shell into tiny pieces
            Our life then was full of meaningful
simplicities shared with a smile
            We knew then in our hearts that
we had been born to be together
            for better or worse for all time

John Lyons