and Community - Stories
with permission of the author, Stuart McLean. From "Maple
Creek, Saskatchewan" in Welcome
Home: Travels in Smalltown Canada.
Toronto: Penguin Books, 1992.)
is the colour
of bread dough,
Happiness sounds like the
mixers turning around,
Happiness tastes like puff pastry
like cream horns,
Happiness smells like cookies straight
from the oven,
Happiness looks like bread loaves
ready for the proofer,
Happiness is being free
in the bakery.
poem was written by Trevor, a young man with cerebral palsy who
can't speak and doesn't walk well, who began at 12 years old to
visit the local baker. Trevor watched and the baker let him use the
rounding machine. Trevor began showing up at 5 a.m. every Saturday.
In the summer, Trevor came in every morning and eventually brought
his parents in to show them what he could do. Trevor's teacher wrote
out his poem for him so he could give it to the baker. "You
know, at the time I never thought anything about having Trevor in
the store. But when I read the poem, I realized that he is the
highlight of all the years I have been here. He is the most
important thing that has ever happened to me."
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