As Mom shouts out,
“Did you sift the flour?”
Dad knowingly answers, “Extra protein”
As he passed by with his ever witty one liners
I chuckle while I knead the dough,
Fingers sticky, clumping,
Binding: wet and dry.
An example of life, the mixture
Between, him and her,
I’ve gained perspective, a balanced heart
Of how the world works; how not to fall apart
She sheltered me, showed me how to love and be loved
He held grace, like that of a leaf in the river
Moving one with life, raw and natural—no filter.