Hot Bread
Hot bread
Can’t wait
Mom has on her apron
She was up at four this morning
A delightful smell comes from the kitchen
Peeking in the oven window
Salivating big time
Watching it rise
Hot bread!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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