A Family In Baking Business Poem by Sumita Jetley

In a bakery, warm and small,
Worked a family, giving their all.
Father kneaded, mother smiled,
Two young hearts ran every mile.

Flour and dough in steady hands,
But things didn't go as planned.
Deadlines missed, orders late,
Tension grew at a steady rate.

One evening, they sat around,
The answer, it had to be found.
Mira spoke, her voice was kind,
'Let's give credit, clear our mind.

We must align on time and pay,
Work together, day by day.'
Aarav added, "Share the load,
Follow the budget, stick to the road."

'Don't hold grudges, speak your fears,
Let's work through doubts, wipe the tears.
Wash your mugs, help a friend,
Work together 'til the end.'

The family smiled, a change was near,
No more anger, no more fear.
Hand in hand, they worked as one,
A bridge of teamwork had begun.

With open hearts and clear intent,
Every moment was well spent.
The bakery thrived, their bond grew strong,
In harmony, they moved along.

A simple truth they'd learned that day:
Together, they'd always find their way.