Bread and Jelly

On a day where the festival begins,

And he, or she, who bustles best

Is seen to win,

I ask my son what he would like to eat,

And he says, “Bread and jelly.”

And now it’s time for me to cook for you,

And when I ask what you would like,

Will you tell me true?

Or will you tell me what the world may hold so dear?

Or will you tell me what I want to hear?

Or can you stand and in gentle humility 

Speak the words of true desire:

“Bread.... and jelly.”

-jenn