Robert Dominicci - 'The Baker'

I’m a baker
A poor man in a kitchen

A man to fill people
Fill their hearts and their stomachs

I was given lemons
And so I made lemon cake

I was then given grapes
And so I made wine

They gave me wheat
And I made bread

Then I was given something sacred
Something so precious

Something that was broken
Missing several key pieces

For many moons
I couldn’t find what to do

Until I realized it was symmetrical
With my own heart.

The pieces I was missing
Where the pieces that were there in what I held in my hands

I was but a baker
A man to fill the stomachs or all

Fills noses with aromas
And hearts with content with food

But through my determination
My heart was the one to be fulfilled

Robert Dominicci

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