You still make your own bread because it reminds you of your mother working hard to feed her 10 children during the dreadfulness of war, near the flaming stove
It reminds you of a time when things were anything but easy When you had to save your meal for a scarcer time When you woke up before the rooster's call and prayed for your family's safety When you realized just how much burden and uncertainty your rib cage can carry When you learned what strength really is and how grief truly feels When dehydration turned your tears into dust When sleep was a luxury your worried eyes could not afford When every new breath felt like a responsibility and every water drop down your throat felt like blessing you couldn't afford
You still make your own bread* I think people wonder why you want to remember such a painful time But I understand you completely
Pain is the bitter flavor your taste buds are used to It is the background music of your video
The idea of remembering the painful past Is not to feel pain, it is to feel the joy within the pain
The flour taste remaining on your lips after you voraciously devour the loaf of bread The weight your thin arms learned how to carry The look of appreciation your mother gave you The sense of responsibility that made you feel needed The sunrise that made you feel yet alive The 5 minute snooze that gave you energy The relief after tear-less cries The prosperous smiles And the loss of fears
You still make your own bread* It tastes terrible But I love it endlessly