like a soft wave
it wafts
through the front door
we’d say
we could smell it
a block away
but truly
we only knew
right before
(or was it as soon as)
we opened the door
mom was baking bread again
and bread dough meant
CRUMPETS!
fresh cut chunks of dough
dropped into spitting hot oil
browning up crusty
on the outside
soft and delicate
on the inside
so hot
we’d pick them up
only to drop them
in order to
blow on our fingers
then dipping them
into thin brown sugar
and butter syrup
mom prepared
for the occasion
such a treat
such a delight
such a wonder
our mom
taking something
as simple as
bread dough
in oil
to tickle the delight
of her children
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