Monday, May 31, 2004


My memory strains out

the good it hears.

Seperates liquid from solid

molds them together and

allows them to rise

bread thoughts baked with

the right amount of active yeast.

My heart smells the joy

of baking bread and my soul

anticipates the slicing and buttering

of the first fresh piece.

I must not let it burn with distraction.



ckays1967 at 5:19:00 PM PDT Link to this entry

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Reminds me of mama and home...
Comment from gbgoglo - 6/7/04 9:45 AM



I love the baking analogy used. Nice! :-) ---Robbie
Comment from krobbie67 - 5/31/04 7:29 PM