A place to start

What is an egg, but a place to start,

Nestled under a mother's heart?

What is a nest, but a place to be,

Surrounded by those whose love is free?

What is a chick, but a beginning new,

Fresh and sweet as the morning dew?

What is a pullet but a lady who waits,

For that day when she too can say;

What is an egg but a place to start,

Nestled under a mother's heart?

- Sheryl DéLeon SoRelle

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