At the end of the day a brown mending basket and sewing kit sit next to the bed,
Buttons to sew and seams to stitch all in a neat pile, please fix this, they said.
When did Grandma Elsie’s patching duties submit themselves to Audrey?
Choosing to blink, now dreaming of ingredients to couple with yeast.
Yes, its possible, a modern woman working the flour, is it only me?
Will recipes materialize, should be better than the garbage we eat.
Slow progression to Great Grandma Elsie’s bakery, it seems.
I look in the mirror at this red curly, crazy hair.
I can’t help but see her familiar stare.
Who the heck is this person I see,
When did I