Sticky Bread

Sticky Bread

My baking Bread was so sticky.

Give me the flour to dust it on my hand

for I hold my self on a stand

My children waiting still

on a long road up the hill

Come home to eat your bread

for its waiting for you,

My fingers are filled with dough

as I see you grow,

I watched its progress bake in the oven,

waiting to smell the aroma mouth watering.

My children come home!

Not ready to eat