In goes the flour,
In goes the yeast,
In goes the salt,
In goes the olive oil,
In goes the water.
All mixed vigorously
Until the dough is formed.
Out onto the surface it goes,
And pummelled with vigour,
All the frustrations of my life,
Get pounded into the dough,
All my troubles are there,
All dispersed as the dough smooths out.
All those who have upset me,
All beaten to a pulp,
Until the dough has had enough.
Into a dish it is put,
Covered and warmed,
Left to rise.
Once risen,
Back onto the surface it goes
And kneaded gently with love.
The love of all around me,
Those things important in my life,
Wife, family, friends,
The love for them all,
Is gently woven into the dough,
Until it is ready,
Ready to be shaped,
Shaped into bread.
Left to rise
And cooked with care,
In every loaf I make
The love in my life,
Always takes away,
The bad in my life.