Grandmother’s Pies

making-pie

She who masters
a flaky pie crust
is insured a place
in our hearts.

My grandmother’s
pies: pecan, lemon, coconut cream
apple, mincemeat, cherry
are still fresh in my mind,
Her kitchen a haven for all
cup of coffee, hunk of pie
cures what ails you.

Grandmother’s love
filled her pies
and last even today
as I remember
those happy times.

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2 Responses to Grandmother’s Pies

  1. JanBeek says:

    It was my Grama’s pesto pasta that fills my senses and reminds me of her unconditional love. Blessed are we who have such tasty memories!

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  2. Pingback: Grandmother’s Pies – At Grandma's Table

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