Loaf of Bread

It is such a small little thing. An ordinary food stuff. How is it possible that it has such an impact on my emotions. How many have I checked out in the last six months? Hundreds? Yet it never loses its power on me. It nearly always brings me to tears. True, it is not the bread itself. Only the memory of two faces as they bought one months ago. Oh how I love those faces. Oh how I miss those faces in my life. Oh how I wish it was different. But it's not, and it never will be, so I smile and say "Have a nice day", to the present face buying this loaf as I sob in my heart.