and the bricks
with thier red dust
hand mixed with water
mud filling space filled with air
with walls and an oven for the bread

doubting nothing the bright woman
kneads the dough as her children
do thier chores
and laugh

mother
love
redfingers
daughters
clay
sons
damp
salt
straw
wine
charcoal
bread
kiln
pain
firing
work
bellows
weather
mortar
joy
house
shelter
home
wisdom
grandchildren
earth

%d bloggers like this: