She sings songs

as she cooks cakes

and pies,

breads breath and fill the air

with old-world  wonderful smells.

She works covered with flour

kneading the bread,

white and singing,

waving her hands

A ghost,

singing the old songs of Austria

She fills me with memories

as she fills her pies with apple pieces.

Dave Barber,

17 Oct 08

Memories…

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