Bread
Bread. I remember bread.
Gone, but not forgotten
Wished for, rarely partaken,
Bread.
Soft. Delicate to the touch
Smooth, forever pleasant
Desired, but now forbidden,
Bread.
Tantalize my memory, Bread
Linger in my dreams
Steal my essence, tempt me
Mine no more. Bread.
Reminiscing now; baked wonders
Golden brown-topped rolls, so nice
Visions keep my tastebuds longing
Bread - - has taken flight
Years we were together, yes
Pound on pound, not yielding
Weight has challenged my delights
Bread has left the building
Jude Stringfellow – July 25, 2021
Photo Credit: Betty Crocker Company
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