Dec. 13 - A Thousand Loaves
Poetry Advent Calendar
*** December 13th***
A Thousand Loaves
Come, sit
I’ve made a fresh pot of tea
Some bread?
Fresh from the oven
The way you always loved it
Your grandmother’s recipe
***
I remember how you used to make it
When I was small
And I would watch you from a stool in the kitchen
Your hands would work the dough
Knead it and punch it
And like magic, it would rise
Once in the oven,
It was hard not to watch it
Rise and grow, turn golden by the oven’s light
And when it came out all crusted peaks and valleys
Carefully sliced and topped with butter
A taste of heaven
***
As the years went by
I no longer needed the stool
Your hands become worn
Took mine and showed me
How to work the dough
How to feel when it was right
***
I make my bread
See your hands in mine
Feel the rhythm of a hundred generations
And I think of you,
Sitting there with me
Another loaf of bread
Another cup of tea
As though you never left
***
In your cast iron pan
I place my soft pillow of dough
And I still wait with impatience
To see it rise, to see the glow
I knock the bottom of the loaf
Like you showed me
Hear the hollow response
Let it rest
Then tear into it
Steam billowing out
Butter on bread
A piece of heaven
***
I remember the last time we sat together
Like this, over tea and bread
I held those worn and weary hands in mine
You smiled and told me of when you were young
Of loaves of bread
Made with your grandmother
*** Poetry in Free Verse ***
About the Creator
Christina Barber
Vancouver, Canada
@lille_sol
@canuckreader
Publications:
“Alone in an Empty Room” https://www.thecreativezine.org/issue1
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