I Bake America - Inspired by the "I, Too, Sing America" poems
I Bake America - Inspired by the "I, Too, Sing America" poems
If my life, my American life, was a table setting
Laid out lovingly by all my ancestors.
It would have the usual trappings:
A garnish of good fortune, a pinch of the salt of stability,
A hearty main course of love
And freedom.
But under a silver dome, to keep it warm and well
There lies something concealed to most.
A rich bread, baked in the desert centuries ago, flavored with milk and honey.
I don’t always bring it out
When preparing for new company, not sure if they’ll like it.
But it is a braided and storied bread lasting through more
Dark nights then even our people thought possible.
It survived the long boat ride to a new shore in a new land.
And as we’ve gone through our lives here
Each generation adding a new
American braid along the way.
Now, present day, it rests
Not always seen under its dome but part of me.
My identity.
My America.
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