Crumbs on a crumbling floor

Will we always feed the children
bitter, brittle bread?
And does God see, as He swoops in
to sweep up
even the tiniest speck of the last little crumb
in the darkest corner?
But if He left it there, maybe it
was actually a seed,
(I didn't know it yet;)
a seed that my bowed heads tears will water,
until it grows eventually up
through the ceiling
of this tumbled down dilapidated house.