Kneeding the Dough

Day 2

I feel the soft white powder

I dig my fingers deep inside

Your softness has begun to turn coarse

You are falling apart,

I say hold on

I’m putting you back together

Slowly and gently moulding you

Kneeding you over and over

Slowly you start turning soft again

Pretty flour you’ve matured

And my you’re now a handsome dough.