Crumbs of Comfort
Crumbs of comfort
Spread real thin
Across a thick slice
Of imagined
Unleavened bread
Will have to do
At least for now
Me ma said
Before she shooed
Us all out the door
Another failed harvest
Was to blame
Three in a row
Made worse
Since father’s boat
Was lost at sea
Or at the very least
As yet not back
And ma she wept
Those dry silent tears
She never cussed tho
But shook her head
And wiped her cool
Calloused palms
Down the front
Of her pristine pinny
When less is even more
Than nowt
And bellies ache
And strangely swell
Regardless of these
So called crumbs of comfort