A Childhood Memory

Warm bread from our oven, stuffed in white wax bags, no ties
We sat on the back of the station wagon, laughing cries
Mom couldn’t see and we ripped one in half filling our bellies
So many aromas mingled and vowed to keep our lies

Sultry air in the market mixed scent and sweat reminding
Those who labor reap sweet rewards of their finding
Fields and ovens, all bake after kneading and plowing
And children’s lies all share in the mercy of a bleached sun blinding

 

dverse prompt is ‘market’. There are still a few and mostly on a Saturday, and sometimes I get to them, not often. My mother baked bread and delivered it to the open market. I helped her but always made sure I was rewarded! She would wonder out loud about being one loaf short, but probably just to let us know we were kidding no one.

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About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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11 Responses to A Childhood Memory

  1. Oh I love this memory from the seller’s point of view… sounds like it was part of the payment for helping her out.

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  2. Thank you for sharing this story, rendered beautifully. 🙂

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  3. Such an adorable story. I love the children sneaking the bread and swearing each other to secrecy while Mom says, huh, wonder what could have happened?

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  4. robtkistner says:

    Hi Mary! Very wonderful work! Honest expression shared openly. I am having an existential crisis tonight. I invite you to come visit me, cross my bridge of dreams, and listen to Joni sing like an angel!

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  5. robtkistner says:

    Hi Mary. Nive work!

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  6. lynn__ says:

    A mother’s fresh home-baked bread is the best! I enjoyed this memory from your childhood, Mary 🙂

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  7. lillian says:

    Sweet sweet childhood memory! And oh yes….mmmmmm…..there is nothing like the sweet aroma of fresh baked bread!

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