Lamp watching Eggs: 2003_Ink_Drawing29 by Carol Hershey

1/2/08_Poem by Betina Hershey Russo

I keep on
watching
these three
dreams,
these delicate orbs
spinning on
my knee.
Will they survive?
The frost is coming
and last night's volcano
splattered lava
on their cool cases,
though I bent to cover
them with my shade.
My neck grows weary
but I will never stop
watching.
The one time I left
and returned on tiptoe
they looked so pitiful.
All the others
had broken
out of neglect and
fright.
Only these three
still spin here.
I won't turn away
for any sound
until they've hatched.