You give of yourself

effortlessly 

impossible magnitudes

solving our problems

soothing our pain. 

You refuse to rest

there’s so much you want to do

for us. 

The pressure 

to which you subject yourself

would crack me

like the brown eggshells 

discarded 

while the golden yolks you cook slowly

(Alton Brown’s way)

simmer in butter. 

And although the kids don’t love them

as they used to

I’ll always treasure

every–single–thing

you do for us. 

I hope

one day

you can see yourself

how we do

resplendent and breathtaking

tirelessly striving

towards the best life we could dream of. 

You are the centerpiece

the glue

the brains and the heart

the Fertile Crescent

you gave life

to our family.