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savory treat</p><p id="3058">yet there comes a time when we must part it’s just a week, I’m really sorry know that you will still be in my heart</p><p id="d79b">I know some will try to convince me unleavened bread is still bread but anyone who’s met you can see</p><p id="f616">matzah is a meaningful cracker sharing and remembering a story but nothing beats your stature</p><p id="7a34">so while this week’s meals will be shared with a fake a shattered image of what real bread could be I’ll be thinking of you, and when I can once again bake</p><p id="9e04">I was just thinking about all the cleaning I need to get done this week (and all the bread I won’t be able to eat) and felt compelled to write this poem

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. This is for all those who struggle to take their yearly bread break for Passover.</p><p id="13ff">Learn more about the author:</p><div id="4014" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/about-me-adam-deitsch-b32c027539b6"> <div> <div> <h2>About Me — Adam Deitsch</h2> <div><h3>A who, what, and why about the author</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*nx0wi1-OFHHZvDmZJ6jr8g.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

STRUGGLES

The Heart Grows Fonder

An Ode to Bread

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we share meals throughout the year through toil and sorrow your fresh scent still brings cheer

I welcome you through the door the warmth may be fleeting but your aroma does endure

muffins, cookies and cakes are sweet who doesn’t adore your cousins but you and some butter — what a savory treat

yet there comes a time when we must part it’s just a week, I’m really sorry know that you will still be in my heart

I know some will try to convince me unleavened bread is still bread but anyone who’s met you can see

matzah is a meaningful cracker sharing and remembering a story but nothing beats your stature

so while this week’s meals will be shared with a fake a shattered image of what real bread could be I’ll be thinking of you, and when I can once again bake

I was just thinking about all the cleaning I need to get done this week (and all the bread I won’t be able to eat) and felt compelled to write this poem. This is for all those who struggle to take their yearly bread break for Passover.

Learn more about the author:

Poetry
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Struggles
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Passover
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