Omelette

Let me carry you like a bushel of apples.
My back hasn’t broken yet and you are not so heavy.
Let me lead you with breadcrumbs.
There’s a house in the forest with your name on it.
Let me give you a brain, a heart,
and the courage to use them both before you die.
Let me knit you at the seams.
I will love you until once again you need repair.

Let me carry you like I’d carry an egg.
Your shell hasn’t broken yet, but I am making an omelette.