Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2015 | Page 26

Pan Dulce (Sweet Bread) Michelle Tovar Fragrant baskets a ritual offering to familia. Mama always preferred, conchas— pink dome shaped delicacies. Sweet toothed Papa blissfully enjoyed the gooey core of a warm pineapple empanada. P Abuela, kept to her brittle orejas and black coffee. And my smiling lips, coated in sweet crystals, full from buttery galletas. Panza llena, corazón contento.