The Pastry Shop
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Poetry/Couplet/The Pastry Shop
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1583-196-03
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written, October 03, 2023
For the International Contest, Get Into The Conversation
Sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 10/20/2023
First Place
Chosen image - Fabio Cipolla - Italian painter - in front of a pastry shop

It was a very cold wintery day,
I had no coat and was full of dismay;
As I held my small boy close to my heart,
that we were so poor- well that really hurt.
As we passed a pastry shop my boy said,
"I want one mommy, please . " As tears I shed;
There was no money for those fancy treats,
as we spent hours begging on the streets.
I told him that we could just look for now,
at pies, cakes, and buns filled with berries- wow;
filled with custard, jams- then, sugar sprinkled,
oh, sweet how my little boys eyes twinkled.
The door opened and the baker stepped out,
I was sure he would yell at us and shout;
But, he gave me a bag full of sweet treats,
"They are a day old " he said, "but good eats."
He was so kind- even gave me a coat,
and a toy, a bit battered- a sail boat;
He gave us sweet treats and chocolate to drink,
God, you created this kind man- I think !
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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