She punched a hole in the
already risen bread
Gently taking it from the bowl
She plunked it onto a floured board
and began kneading
She loved this,
to her,
an old-fashioned ritual
enriching her life
Kneading, kneading,
until the dough was
Smooth and elastic
Shaping it into loaves
Dropping the dough into pans,
Covering with a cloth
and allowing it to rise
yet again
Something about the process
Was healing,
brought back aged memories,
restored everything
Ellecee
Inspiration from
29. Ordinary rituals
For today’s draft, think of a
traditional or habitual activity
and write a poem about it. /
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