Bread Aug8 by Mark M. Redfearn a crumb of stale bread the only thing for supper— beggar bows his head Related Post navigation ← Scratching Grabs → 4 comments on “Bread” oldegg says: August 9, 2015 at 12:42 am It is always good to have experienced hunger then you are less likely to turn you back on others needs. Reply Jae Rose says: August 9, 2015 at 2:26 am I felt very humbled by this piece – sat at my desk..tummy full…warm..quiet…indoors..very effective and powerful poem.. Reply Bastet says: August 9, 2015 at 10:47 pm very moving haiku …. Reply Jen says: August 13, 2015 at 12:13 am … and he is grateful. nicely done. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.