Companion

We’re told it’s love or hate affair -

or cupboard love, assuming there;

for those who choose, but thinly spread,

not smothered, mothered sons so dread.

My choice when sick, poor appetite,

light covered toast as last night bite;

distinctive wafting, extract yeast,

as care climbs stair with snack or feast.

So there, a jar, Valentine treat,

not candlelit, but right and meet;

for common prayer as table fed,

partner, companion, sharing bread.