It was a loaf of bread,

a gift of love.

She struggled to say,

it is all I have.

Times were hard,

her family at risk.

She came to dinner,

from a dark abyss.

Picked as a flower

from spring she left.

Stormed in the winds

and soon was adrift.

It was a loaf of bread,

it was all she had.

she asked please

take it; quietly cried.

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