Bread
Fresh bread,
sometimes called “fob”,
very bland by itself,
but with peanut butter and jam:
pure bliss.
Aunt Bert’s
fresh homemade bread:
Molasses and raisins
weren't the secret ingredients,
just love.
Copyright © Jim Healey | Year Posted 2024
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