The Sesame Benediction
A poem on Anne’s joy at savouring a fresh bagel
Steam sighs from the hollow of the still-warm bagel,
Crackled shell yielding under her trembling touch,
Gold-flecked with sesame, their perfume a pulse—
A whiff of ancient streets, laughter curling in air.
Richness spilling over, a tide against the tongue—
Sweet and nutty, the seeds snap and sing.
Each chew, a small resurrection, warmth pressing close,
The dough’s pillowed heart—so alive, so fleeting.
She smiles with her mouth full, eyes blurring with heat:
For this moment, her body is only gratitude.
Outside, the rain’s cold insistence—inside, our kitchen glows.
Death waits, patient, but this glory is hers alone:
A golden ring, a sesame benediction—
Her morning crowned by pleasure, alive on her tongue.
Your friend,
Robert
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