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Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Elan Vital


In the movement of pastry through fingers,
the plenty that prevails even in hardship,
my Godson measures earnestly,
his three-year-old palms 
rolling and shaping with such concentration,
I ponder if he can even fathom 
how much he is loved,
while in requiescence and remembrance,
my grandmother’s hands  
sift the gifts of the Earth 
into pastries and pies 
through my own.

(photo by Wendy Bullen Stephenson)