A Humble Heart of a Businesswoman

In a quaint little town where the sun softly bled,
I, Maria, stand in my bakery, yet I can’t afford bread.
The ovens are warm, and the flour is fine,
But the weight of the world makes the dough hard to bind.
The scent of fresh loaves wafts through the air,
Yet my pockets are empty, my heart filled with care.
I knead, and I shape, with a smile on my face,
But the hunger inside me knows no embrace.
The shelves are adorned with pastries and pies,
But the hunger I feel is a truth I can’t disguise.
I watch as they come, with their coins in their hands,
While I count every crumb, as if grains were my plans.
The children come laughing, their faces aglow,
With dreams of sweet treats, and the warmth of the dough.
I serve them with joy, though my heart feels the weight,
Of a life that’s a feast, yet I’m left with the plate.
I barter with hope, trading smiles for a crust,
In a world where the rich seem to thrive on their lust.
Yet here in my bakery, I craft with my soul,
Though the bread that I bake cannot fill up the hole.
So I rise with the sun, and I toil through the night,
In a dance with the dough, in the soft morning light.
For though I may lack what my heart truly craves,
I’ll feed all the dreamers, the hungry, the brave.
And maybe one day, when the stars align right,
I’ll find a way forward, from this shadowy plight.
But until that day comes, I’ll keep baking on,
For the love of the craft, and the hope of the dawn.

A Poem For all Ages - MGS

I write a poem that makes the world see, a woven thread wherein hearts can be free. I write a poem that older folks feel, echoes of wisdom, truth that is real. I write a poem that the youngsters think, a spark of imagination, a vibrant ink. I write a poem that made the world known, in verses and stanzas, our stories are sown. I write a poem that makes the world blue, a reflection of sorrow, a true glance. I write a poem that makes the older folks cry, for memories cherished and moments gone by. I write a poem that makes youngsters mourn, for dreams that have faded and hopes that are torn. I write a poem to make the world healed, with love as the balm and compassion revealed. I write a poem to make the world smile, a gentle reminder to pause for a while. I write a poem to make the older hope, a bridge to the future, a way to cope. I write a poem to mak...

Plate Of Plenty

If you don't feel like eating, think of them! This photo has so much pain. 😒 Food is life, but brain fog for an ungrateful heart. If you don't like what's on your plate, don’t toss it aside, don’t seal its fate. Each morsel holds a story, a journey begun, A gift from the earth, a battle won. Imagine a morning when the table is bare, what will you do when hunger calls loud, No bread, no fruit, just an empty stare. The abundant meals and the warmth of a feast, All vanish in silence and hunger unleashed. When a pantry is empty, and your stomach aches. Don't dare to wish! So, before you discard what you do not desire, think of the hands that toiled, the hearts that inspire. Each bite is a blessing, a chance to reflect on those who have little, on lives we protect. So, savor the flavors, let gratitude flow, For the food on your table, let appreciation grow. For one day you may wake, a...

Gratitude for Provided Lunch

Why We Need to Stop Wasting Our School Lunch Recently, a teacher raised a frustrating concern: students are throwing away the school-provided lunches. It’s a tough conversation, but it is one we need to have. The lunch provided by the PSS (Public School System) is a privilege. Many communities and organizations do not have the resources to offer free daily meals, and we are fortunate to have this support. Being thankful for what we receive creates a better school environment and shows appreciation for the staff who work hard to feed us every day. If you don't want to eat your meal, please do not throw it in the trash. Give it to a classmate who wants it. Consistently discarding food creates negative feedback that could jeopardize the entire lunch program. If we want this program to survive, we need to adapt. That means being willing to eat fruits and vegetables, rather than just sticking to the usual foods we prefer. This program is an opportunity to build healthier eating habi...

The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

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