In the quiet dawn, the loaf awaits,
Golden crust whispering stories untold,
Warmth enfolds like a gentle embrace,
A comforting touch as the day unfolds.

A slice of solace, a humble feast,
Crumbs scattered like dreams on a plate,
Butter melts with a soft, gentle ease,
Binding moments we cherish and create.

Yeast and flour, the timeless dance,
Kneading hands craft with tender grace,
In the heart of the home, a romance,
Where every bite holds a sacred place.

The simple joy of breaking bread,
Shared laughter and stories are fed,
In every crumb, a story is said,
Nourishing souls where love is spread.