Secret Ingredients

A peaceful hum from her methodic mixer,

As secret tastes were twirled together,

Lured in her focused eyes.

With graceful fingers dusted in flour,

She massaged her homely masterpiece,

And pinched off bits for the smallest savor.

She squeezed the dough into a glass container,

Like a thick pale cloud eager to rise,

Pushed slowly into a steaming oven.

Time ticked on while heat waves danced,

The golden crust and bronze insides,

Flavoring the room with delicious aromas.

Carefully taking it out to cool,

She watched the bread stretch up for air,

Towards her stained, warm oven mitts.