BREAKING BREAD TOGETHER

I remember all the joyful times
when our relatives came to share,
a place at our dinner table
there were cousins everywhere.

There were many different sittings
and many a dish to wash,
the stories were hilarious
and the food deserved applause.

The following weekend it would be
someone else’s time to host,
and we all broke bread together
to eat turkey, ham or roast.

It was not a competition
except between the older boys,
who tried to be the one who ate
the most he could enjoy.

It wasn’t just the food you see
it was the sharing of our lives,
a time to laugh and sometimes cry
see new babies who’ve arrived.

We fed not just our stomachs
but our hearts and souls as well,
with the mingling of life’s stories
when in all hearts He comes to dwell.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 04, 2007