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
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