Daily Bread . . .
The Aroma 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
He has plans for tomorrow . . .
“now, where was I?”
Off track
but now thankful!
By Martha L Shaw –©2016
Posted by Martha L Shaw 
Martha L Shaw - Poet, Writer, Author, Artist 