Brown bread

Once when i was younger

My grandmother told me how to make brown bread

She say, my dear the first ingredient you need

Is tender love and care

Think of the person with whom you will share

The chat you ll have while the butter melts

On each warm crusty slice

Place gently in the oven 

Take in the smell that fills the air

This simple skill will one day make your house

A home that people will want to share

I sat with young eyes watching, learning each and every step

I made a mess, I had really tried my best

Brunt and black, I pulled out of the oven my first loaf

Dishearted and angry, I thought i ll never learn this skill

But learning to make that brown bread taught me so much more

Try again, never give in

Many loafs now I have shared with family and with freinds

A hot mug of tea, brown bread and jam

Troubles heard and many laughs were had

Once when i was younger, my grandmother showed me how to make brown bread

The smell that comes from my oven this morning puts thoughts of her in my head.