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Homemade Bread
EF (11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)

Homemade Bread

Poem By elysabeth faslund

This evening...
Roasting aroma,
In my kitchen,
Fills a dog's eyes,

Every room.
Bread dough
Baking high.
Oven warming

Every room
Against Night's
Chill. Cold.
No electric

Blanket tonight.
Christmas cards
To read again
And again...

Cherish always
With love,
And homemade

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Comments (3)

How appropriate that the staff is born in comforting warmth and fragrance. One must stay home to taste its sensual delights. Please pass the marmalade and a cup of Earl Gray tea.
Nice mood poem for Christmas season Elysabeth! Chesebit i want the end piece! *10*! ! Thad
Might I have an end piece please?