Originally published in LLL of New Mexico’s Enchantment
Two loaves of bread in each batch.
One loaf fresh, hot, and buttered for us
The other into the freezer to wait.
One loaf went to a new baby;
His mother sliced the bread
With the tiny one in one arm
And spread on marmalade.
One loaf went to new neighbors,
Strange people with teenagers
Who said thank you and closed the door.
Today one loaf went to a family Whose baby died,
A very wanted baby who died inside,
Its mommy lived near us so we left it,
A loaf on the doorstep with some flowers
To welcome home grief.
Two loaves of bread in each batch.
One loaf we eat ourselves,
The other into the freezer to wait.
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