Memories- Bread Baking Day
Bread baking memories
up early to start the day
bread to make
Mom and I would start
adding to the bowl, mix and beat
then came the kneading
a rhythm was the key
1-2-3 turn and 1-2-3
as she taught me so many years ago
I can still hear her saying 1-2-3
the ball of dough took on a smooth look
just right to the touch
into a greased bowl
to rise high
to be punched down
making the loaves and buns
another trick she told me so
stretching just right
in the pan to get so high
into the oven for the long wait
smells fill the air
table fills with golden treats
fresh warm waiting to eat
butter spread on that first loaf
nothing like
Memories of baking days
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