breaking bread on both sides

Dedicated to the UN~and her Birthday today!

breaking bread with friends-nothing comes closer to pure delight..then i think of those who must stumble upon scraps-as the mercury does drop in the darkened night

even crusts of bread can break a tooth...we look away as our hearts break in sorrow- we never know what to say to help mend the brokenness of homelessness "don't give money, as they might use it for booze or drugs" my parents used to say--give them food- something nourishing like a turkey sandwich and some fruit--fine, i'd say,  but what about tomorrow?..

what about tomorrow.. we've been raised on annie's "tomorrow", where wishes come true, if sung on key- where no tummy goes hungry..  i have struggled with this my whole life...in a country where we could feed everyone like kings and queens- and still the suffering.... 

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we are born innocent,  looking up to something, tor someone to depend upon--  we learn the fine art of independence, singing.. then, as we grow wiser, we realize it's in the interdependence, the communal pool of love...where we swim in our greatest magnificence.                                                                                                                                                   

~Kate Lamberg..All rights reserved. (c) '13