Cracked Eggs

Innocence gives way to pain

Summer sun to winters rain

Once love fully blooms they say

Soft petals fall dry astray


Where the hot desert sands blow

Silence babbling brooks that flow

The reflections of shadows past

All we grow to know won't last


Dreams slide from our grasp

Life decays into collapse

Memories of what use to be

Makes days coming fewer to see


New life first cries of breath

To the sound rattled by death

Creations made by arms and legs

Fragile shells like cracked eggs

Poem by Melissa McMahan Copywriten and published