Before Breakfast

I
got up early this morning. Real early. Someone I used to know would
call it “ ‘fore day in the morning.” The time when inconsiderate

babies are born.

I could catch up on my knitting. Maybe do a bit of

reminiscing.Maybe boil a pair of eggs.

And
while I knit and took stock , I invented a new recipe for eggs. I
forgot them totally and they became rubbery eggs, not fit for breakfast
or anything else. An overcooked fruitcake is at least useful as a door
stop…..

Here was my quiet time to ponder … eggless.

I thought about my eighty-four years for a long , long time .

Until
it came to me , clear as dawn, the lines of a song I heard in 1948: “
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in
return.”