A Loaf of Bread
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, and quietly cried
Copyright: 2018 CMM
Unaware
we will both grow old,
our youth wasted in time
rusted planks of life
jutting out
feeling the days gone past
looking for a sign
we will understand how
little time we tout
until now, we look and see
our hands and body weathered
I will smile and feel the
glow of our youth
even though the shifts
are tethered
Copyright: 2019 CMM
Awake
A day of celebration:
“Now I a two-fold vision see…
May God us keep
From single vision, and Newton’s sleep.”— William Blake
Eagle and Child Inkling 