FRESH BREAD #/ I miss mom’ s bread fresh from the oven. Breaking fresh bread is like being in heaven. Alone – I sit with baker’s bread upon my plate. Mom’s days are gone but I smile as I speculate. Oh the smell of fresh bread on the kitchen table. I ran home for lunch when I was young and able. I pull the loaf apart that’s made just for me - not for all. Now baker’s bread is neatly sliced at the dinner hall. I miss warm bread with gobs of real melted butter on it. Mom made our daily bread with a smile and a spicy wit. My steaming hot bread is gone – to that I sadly agree. But those days with mom were as good as good could be. I know it cannot be as I sit alone under the sycamore tree. I’ll always miss that fresh bread that mom made just for me. Boyd Cooper M.D.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 22:40:58 +0000
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