Dearest Grandma Sycamore,

To the Bread we all adore

Oh how I miss thee
Let me count the ways.

For grilled cheese and toast
with peanut butter and honey.

For now we have Miss Lee,
and these "Wizards of Waverly".

I wonder what I could do to persuade
for some Grandma's bread of which we rave.

Oh to enjoy that heavenly bread again . . .
hear in sans-Sycamore Michigan.

Love,
a PBJ momma