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; quietly cried.
Copyrighted: 2018 CMM Publishers
Listening
In My Garden
There are secrets in my garden
You need but walk a piece
You will stumble on a flower
And a butterfly at ease
Walk but just a couple steps
You almost see them grow
The purple and the yellow
But please walk a little slow
There are secrets in my garden
A prairie dog you might see
A pansy or a daisy
However please be quiet
Not to disturb the frog so lazy
Or the fountains where angels sit
I invite you in my garden
Where joy is laid and kept