WELCOME TO THE PUB

Where echoes of a mantra ring

Loud and clear

Coming with a promise of a welcome to all

Over and over, she kneads the dough

Maybe this might be the right recipe

Each month a new loaf bakes in the oven

Take your time, if it's hard on the outside, it will

Only be half-baked in the middle, where

There will only be bubbling tears and no beating

Heart

Each new season brings a challenge, and the road gets tougher, so

Perhaps, just like in nature we have to suffer famine, before the feast, so

Until the time of plenty returns, let's

Be sure the door remains open and that there's always a welcome and a smile.

F/N Dedicated to MystresMyna