Hot ovens, red faces,
melting butter on burnt
eager fingers
Breakfast is waiting,
warm bread for babies:
lovingly cooked.
Hearty meal
round our family table,
blessing and chit chat;
soup on the boil.
Queuing for sweet bread
in a Mexican side street.
Time has no purpose here.
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The smell of baking bread
"Memories evoked from the smell of baking bread."
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