A child wandered through Aisles
Trying to find his Mother
A Mum wandered through Aisles
Trying to find her son,
And found him good as gold
Leaning on the warm glass
Watching loaves rise in the oven.
Crying,
She smacked him on the legs
But he still watched the loaves
Smelling the aroma of them
And he remembered his Father
Smiling.