Berta-Isabel Cuadrado Alvarez' Creativity

I remember the days of baking bread. Mom busy kneading Loaves for a month. Delicious muffins smelling of anise! I remember that mom sat me up on the bunks full of wheat. Drawn crossed squares Where we played at three in a row. I remember the rain outside Pitter-pattered on the slate roof top. My hot and dry feet inside my clogs, Wet when splashing puddles. What I mostly remember It's the smell of freshly baked brown bread, The softness of Mom's worn apron, and Her sweat running down from her forehead. Spanish version: Recuerdo los días del pan