A Poem

My mom shared this poem with me, and now I am sharing it with you. It's a nice reminder of the people involved in the food that nourishes us, and how that food connects us all.

Kneading Bread

by Belle B. Broadbent

While the dough I gently grasp,

I think of those who must clasp

Seed to sow the garden grain

And reap the harvest it contains.

And those who then work hour by hour

Turning this grain into flour.

While these joining clasping hands

Feed the hungry of the lands.

So I find a kinship spread

While I'm gently kneading bread.