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
become
Elsie?
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Not so much Elsie yet a version of!!
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Tis true, Willow.
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Best bread I have ever had…
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Me too. Love you.
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A split personality!
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What’s that supposed to mean?
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*kicks the dust* I don’t know…
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*look at me* Yes, you do. Was it that bad of a poem? So bad you can’t look at me…
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It wasn’t bad at all! You just thought you were someone else, so…
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Soo you agreed. Got it. 🙂
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Love this, Audrey!!! She’s always been a part of you….maybe you just didn’t see it until now!!
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Aww, thanks. I’ve always had my suspicions that she and I were similar. I just looked around yesterday and thought, when did I become Elsie??? LOL…only grandmothers have mending to do and bread to bake. 🙂
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