BAKING BREAD
By Carol Lynn Pearson in "Women I Have Known and Been"
There seemed more accusation
Than admiration
In Vivian's voice
When she said,
"Well, I wish I had time
to bake bread!"
And so sometimes when
The loaves were in the oven
And Vivian was at the door
Louise mumbled something about
Another bake sale again
And never even tried to explain
Her near-religious ritual:
How the flour on her fingers
Was the sun and the rain
And the earth
How the thump of her palms
On the dough
Was the dance of women
On the ancient threshing floor
How the smell of the baking
Leavened her
And left her believing that
We rise, we rise
And
How the cutting
Of the first warm slice
For the first child home
Made her a bounterous goddess
With life in her hand.
You may like reading Julia Child's --my life in france. It is a great read.
Posted by: Treehouse Chef | March 11, 2009 at 09:14 AM
That will go into my 'Poetry of Life" file. I do love it.
Glenna I just joined in an event I think you might find fun. find it here
http://workofthepoet.blogspot.com/2008/05/ruby-tuesday.html
Posted by: MyKitchenInHalfCups | March 11, 2009 at 12:18 PM
I absolutely love that poem. It gave me goose bumps.
Posted by: Melly | March 12, 2009 at 12:31 AM
Great! Now I want some homemade bread straight from the oven ;) Cool poem.
Posted by: kimberly | March 13, 2009 at 03:11 AM
Glenna, I am so sorry for not visiting your blog recently. I changed my blog readers and it is clear that not all the blogs were imported.
Sorry.
Hope you and Gene are well.
Posted by: Cynthia | March 16, 2009 at 07:40 AM