This morning as the sun shone bright br I felt a sudden joy within br This was a day for making, br The staff of life br br I could already see it in the tins, br But dreams don't come true, br All by themselves br br As I learned, when I was ten, br When after all the toil and baking, br I took the first bite, br A crust of golden bread, br With melted butter, flowing br It was a food for kings and queens. br br A memory of long ago, br Learning as I watched a loving mother, br Make the weekly bread br A dozen loaves and pies and cake, br Often on the table spread.br br Gladys M.