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Friday 7 September 2012

Bread


What is it about fresh bread, baked
that is so invigorating

That will move even a dying man's head.

To bear it up for a last sniff of life
A life once lived, a life again relived

But for a fleeting moment.

Bread, the bearer of smiles
To the living, to the about-dying

Always fresh, always the best.

Ah, bread my mom used to bake
Bread my neighbour used to sell

Bread I used to share, fight over

Bread I had used as communion
during a wedding ceremony

So long ago. A love so fresh

A bread of happy times
A bread of hungry times

A bread of innocent times

Bread. Break. Broken.
A dying man drops his head

A pain is gone, a smile remains

- by TC Lai