The Tender Dough Poem by Kassem Oude

Flour she puts in wide tub
Then the water adds above
Gloved hands like in lab
Blends the dough with her love

Cuts handfuls of that paste
Rolls them balls in her palms
Puts them in circles on a plate
She's like queen in her realm

Then after rest no long while
She flattens them like a loaves
People around does beguile
She bakes them on hot stove

All sweethearts are gathering
Burger of meat burger of cheese...
Family members sit in ring
I steal glimpses at ease.

4/18/2014