
Fragrance of new bread
Kindling childhood memory
I travel through time
Snuggled close on grandma’s knee
In the glow of the hearthfire
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Fragrance of new bread
Kindling childhood memory
I travel through time
Snuggled close on grandma’s knee
In the glow of the hearthfire
*
For Colleen’s poetry challenge
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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This is lovely in so many ways Sue, the newly baked bread, the warmth of the fire, and cuddled up with Grandma! 🙂
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It brought back some lovely memories, Judy x
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Fantastic, Sue.
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Thanks, Robbie.
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Sue! I have those same memories. No hearth or fire, but that bread! Grandma made the best bread. Thanks for reminding me. ❤
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Great-granny used to bake hers in the old black range… you can’t beat it. ❤
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That made my mouth water! LOL! ❤
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Mine too 🙂
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks, Michael 🙂
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Such a warm and snuggly poem, Sue. Thanks for sharing the beautiful memory.
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Thanks, Diana. It took me back a fair way …
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I do so like that
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Thanks, Michael 🙂
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Gazing into the flames … mmmmm 🙂
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You can’t help it… 🙂
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