A Baker’s Dozen
Is the 13th to gift someone in need ?
A Baker’s Dozen
Thirteen rests on the counter,
not twelve, not eleven, but one more,
a quiet gift folded into the warmth of bread,
a nod to some old law, some forgotten rule.
The baker counts with tired, flour-stained fingers,
dough clinging, sticky, warm,
he slips the thirteenth in with a small smile,
a subtle rebellion, a gesture of grace.
Why thirteen? Perhaps luck, perhaps caution,
perhaps the world whispers that abundance can surprise,
that life can give a little more than we ask,
more than we hope for, more than we expect.
We carry it home, the bread still soft,
unwrap it slowly, tasting the mercy of one extra,
and for a moment, thirteen feels almost holy,
a quiet reminder that kindness can be baked in.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Funny true story: I have a friend who's favorite number is 13. I once told her that this was a perfect representation of what she was, as she always gives an extra on everything she does. Great poem. Love it!
Wow, a Baker's dozen! To me this could mean good luck is coming somehow. Good job.