Making bread was always
one of those things that
I guess I just gave up because
I had failed at it once or twice.
Then grandma came to stay with us
and spent an afternoon
teaching me how to bake bread.
It turned out perfect the way she made it,
and the wonderful smell filled the house.
She gave me her recipes,
but she gave me much more than that.
to keep trying,
knowing that eventually it will turn out right.
And she also gave me a wonderful memory.
Every time I bake bread now,
I think of her
and that time she spent