Panaderias in the Winter

The bakery is in good business

You could count on your heart and belly

Being full for the winter

Because your dad knows your go-to order

Panaderias, my favorite place for the people

It's the winter’s first breeze

And you know what that means

Pan dulce and cafecito

You grow up eager for the first cold front

Variety for anyone

I’d give the rows a glance

But I’d always get an empanada and a gingerbread piggy

Dad puts them on his tray

Because he knows your go-to order

My dad would often come home with a naked paper bag

White and plain 

He’d shake the bag in the air and say with a grin, I got your piggy

Because he knows my go-to order

The jingle as his keys dropped on the dining room table

The cool rush of an open fridge for milk

I’d get three plates

My mom joins us too

He got her a yellow concha

Because he knows her go-to order