The Baker.

The baker, the homemaker and
Household care taker.

All the same person are they.

Taught from a young age, not by some
World-renowned professional pastry chef
In a white pressed uniform and cotton
White cap.

Or in a ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ restaurant, with
Numerous waiters running about all
Over the place.

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Taught by the experienced hands
Of a gracious, Grandmother.
Cooking up a storm in her little, cosy
Kitchenette. 

Encouraging her favourite little
Helper to learn the family ways.
Resting a gentle hand of reassurance
On your chin, leaving a subtle patch of
Powdery flour behind.  

Cookies, delicious batches
Of care or bread that has been
Freshly baked, still hot from
The oven.

Steam rising in transparent
Clouds, in the air.

A fragrance so fabulously powerful,
That it outstretches its hands and travels
Through the air vents of every house
Along the street.

A familiar, comforting sensory
Embrace.

Pies with a variety of fruity
Fillings, flood out in a puddle of
Gooey goodness on a dessert
Plate with a serving of freshly
Whipped by hand, cream.

A recipe so treasured, by
Every member of the family.
Holds so much value, that it
Can't be written or published
In a book.

Only to be shared to all little
Children who want to learn,
A secret recipe travelled solely
By word of mouth. 

- Alexandra Pierotti.