Robert Dominicci


'The Baker' - Poem by Robert Dominicci

I’m a baker
A poor man in a kitchen

A man to fill people
Fill their hearts and their stomachs

I was given lemons
And so I made lemon cake

I was then given grapes
And so I made wine

They gave me wheat
And I made bread

Then I was given something sacred
Something so precious

Something that was broken
Missing several key pieces

For many moons
I couldn’t find what to do

Until I realized it was symmetrical
With my own heart.

The pieces I was missing
Where the pieces that were there in what I held in my hands

I was but a baker
A man to fill the stomachs or all

Fills noses with aromas
And hearts with content with food

But through my determination
My heart was the one to be fulfilled


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 29, 2010



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