Making Bread

Much that might be said
Remains unspoken
Soft words are hard to swallow
Man to man
Son to father, father to son
Yet in the slap and fold, stretching, shaping,
Much is learned, much is proved.
A lesson given, confirmation.
Without words, none needed.
The love is in the bread.

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