Come in from the garden
through the back door
a few steps up
there is grandmother’s kitchen
big room with a huge farmhouse
table and there she
kneads dough
her loose white skin
moving with each punch
Some loaves are already in the oven
the yeasty smell fills the house
baked in the old gas oven
until grandmother knows
exactly when to take it out
slices and serves with strawberry jam
to waiting grandchildren