Born a Baker

I drag my feet

Across the kitchen floor

Baking – just like you

The hour is way past midnight

Familiar

The aroma of your embrace

More than thirty years later

It still

Makes me feel

Safe

I bite my lip

Subconsciously

Stirring – just like you did

Grudgingly all the dishes washed

Practiced

The flavours of your love

Now  I walk the grown-up paces

It still

Makes me feel
(I) Belong

By Simone Beatrice Naik Hagfeldt, for the late Gabieba (Beatrice Naik) Davids, Thank you Mamma. You loved me unconditionally! 2014-04-03.