Breaking the Fast
Once a year I do not eat
For just one long long day.
The hours seem to stretch, but still,
I manage quite okay.
When time arrives to break the fast,
With loved ones gathered 'round,
There's just one food I must have first;
On that, I'll stand my ground.
It isn't bread or gooey cake
Or ice cream, meat or cheese,
But honeydew, with juicy flesh
That always seems to please.
I savor every single bite
As sweetness is released
And once my plate holds just the rind,
I'm ready then to feast!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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