The smell of baking bread is in the air
So easy now for me to make a loaf
Soda bread or bread maker
I alternate my fare
But daily bread is mine
No problem there
A little boy in Kyiv he hides his bread
Doesn’t want to starve like yesterday
When war broke out and visited
And took his food away
He keeps his store
Against a fateful day
The Lord advises pray for daily bread
For the things you need
To keep yourself alive
The warm sun in the sky
The fresh air that we breathe
And the love for one another
You and I
Brian Fahy
4 April 2022
Erris Poetry 