ode to bread

Oh, humble loaf, so warm and sweet, A slice of comfort, soft to eat. From crusted top to pillowed crumb, A masterpiece for mouth and thumb. The scent of dough, a gentle rise, A golden hue before our eyes. Baguettes, brioche, and sourdough, Each bite a world we long to know. With butter spread or honey dripped, In soups or stews, it’s always dipped. At breakfast, lunch, or midnight’s call, You’re there for us, through feast and fall. Oh, bread of life, you bring such cheer, A simple joy, so warm and near. From baker’s hands to table’s grace— You fill our hearts, you hold our place.