could bake the hell out
of a dough
ball of bread.
better than any store
or bakery
could make.
it's hot, come get it,
she'd yell from
the kitchen
pulling the rounded
crusted loaf
from the oven.
butter on the table.
she knew what filled
us up
how to stretch a dollar,
worrying
if that would be enough.
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