Daily Bread . . .

cuban bread

The Scent of Distraction

“There’s nothing I can do . . . “

Counting out cups of flour.

“How can I fix this mess I’m in . . . “

Measuring the salt,

Adding sugar.

“I’ve got nothing left . . . “

Sprinkling the yeast.

“It’s hopeless . . . “

Pounding the dough.

“I’m tired of feeling so . . . “

Noticing the scent filling the room.

“When will I ever . . . “

Absently placing the luscious loaves

On the counter.

“Hmmm . . .

Maybe a small slice . . .”

A little bit of butter  . . .

“Here, have one.  I made extra.”

Smiles.

Bread for today

And more for tomorrow . . .

“now, where was I?”

By Martha L Shaw –© 10-7-2013

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2 Responses to Daily Bread . . .

  1. This was a lovely reflection, Martha. Makes me want to go back to baking bread. 🙂

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