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May 2017
Today our hands touched in dust;
white flour mixed
warm
in
water
while we waited for this dough to rise;
red pepper chopped
spinach
my
daughter
has chosen and decides to just trust;
one hour fixed
torn
but
we ought to
make a life of happiness and smiles;
a life not stopped
minutes
but
I taught her
to blow away the dust.
Joy Ceye
Written by
Joy Ceye  50/F/South of England
(50/F/South of England)   
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