GENEROSITY

Life is sweet sometimes.

Amy and I were gathering snacks

From the trunk of her car

To eat on the drive home

From the Bryce Winter Festival.

“Where’s my bread?

Have you seen it?”

“No.  Can’t you find it?”

“I can’t.”

Being on a gluten-free diet

For two months now;

DeRay made special bread

From buckwheat and rice.

Next car to us,

Two foreign-speaking women

had been eating lunch

Out of their trunk.

“Can’t you find your bread?

Here’s some for you.”

“Oh, no, we have bread.”

She paid no attention

Intend on sharing;

She handed us two slices.

We added it to our bag of bread.

Even when we got home

That bread, so freely given,

though I couldn’t eat it,

Warmed the cockles of my heart.