In recognition of Poetry Month, and to celebrate our treasure trove of Orcas Island poets, Orcas Issues is pleased and honored to offer daily poetry during April.
In the bosom of bread
There was a long-lost time
When I had a home
I made bread
The smell filled my home
The warmth, the soul of bread
I had a friend in time
Without a care, I ate the bread
And then I lost my friend, time
I sought a new home
Time after time, I bring new bread home,
Made by someone unknown
© Margie Doyle
Margie, I made bread today. My kitchen smells earthy & rich & thought of you. Thanks for your poem.