I Eat The Fresh Home-Baked Bread Poem by Gert Strydom

I Eat The Fresh Home-Baked Bread



I eat the fresh home-baked bread
that tastes like no other can
and taste the love that is pressed into the food
and this lentil soup
people will trade for an inheritance
and it is wonderful
to be at home
and to read love in your eyes.

Sunday, November 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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