The baker's wife ...

We stopped for bread in the village - 

Anne bought four loaves - 

I remembered how I'd wake up in the small house on the hill - 

I'd walk down the steps to the awakening street - 

I'd hand over my worn coins for the newly made bread - 

Six years had passed -  

Yet the baker's wife still greeted Anne with the same gentle smile - 

13.11

Wednesday 16 May 2018

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