First published November 14, 2019
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DAILY ADDICTIONS PROMPT: BREAD
Republished For Fandango’s Flashback Friday
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Some people have stories
about watching their Grandmothers or Great Grandmothers
baking fresh bread in their kitchens.
The sun was always streaming through the windows on those bread baking days
as Grandma told her stories about her Mother baking bread
once upon a time and long ago
and magically you could still smell Spring flowers in her warm Fall kitchen
as she melodically told her story
and you clung to each word.
Sweet memories
always warm and tasty as we share them
exactly like the bread Grandma used to bake.
My Grandma
didn’t bake bread and she didn’t tell sweet kitchen stories
from long ago.
My Grandmother
used to tell me ghost stories
that she kept warm on her baker’s rack
we shared them
hungrily, ravenously
between us when the world was dead asleep.
Her stories still come alive for me
and
they chill the air
falling around me like crispy autumn leaves
when I am in my kitchen
and the world is dead asleep
and winter is setting in.
