This morning as the sun shone bright <br /> I felt a sudden joy within <br /> This was a day for making, <br /> The staff of life <br /> <br /> I could already see it in the tins, <br /> But dreams don't come true, <br /> All by themselves <br /> <br /> As I learned, when I was ten, <br /> When after all the toil and baking, <br /> I took the first bite, <br /> A crust of golden bread, <br /> With melted butter, flowing <br /> It was a food for kings and queens. <br /> <br /> A memory of long ago, <br /> Learning as I watched a loving mother, <br /> Make the weekly bread <br /> A dozen loaves and pies and cake, <br /> Often on the table spread.<br /><br />Gladys M. Garske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-staff-of-life/
