Mom made her famous pie.
And she was happy.
So she went to the kitchen table
and took a seat.
She sat there alone
and borrowed a big sigh.
Soon the kids would come inside,
Dad would finish his evening chores,
and the weekend Saturday sunlight
would soak through the kitchen curtains
across the tired table.
Then it would be time.
And she wasn’t quite ready.
But there she sat
SATISFIED.
She’d made her pie,
Betty’s famous apple pie
with bits of cinnamon
and the crust just so.
Sigh.
In not too long
the kids would be fighting for the last servings
of her buttery biscuits and stew
all the while Dad
be thinking about
-the pie-
-the pie-
And all her hard work,
all her labor of love,
-her magic-
would be eaten,
devoured,
-gone-
at that tired table
with 7 pairs of hands
and sleepy eyes.
Everyone wondering
when the next pie
would tempt them all
to come inside.
Dad always said
there were only two kinds of pie:
warm and cold.
Simply awesome. I love the line…”borrowed a sigh”
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This is beautiful! I love that pie can bring so many people together and make them so happy. 🙂 Thanks for sharing!
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that post brought back so many happy memories, Keith. I could just see and feel the love shared around that table with my great family. time has slipped by so quickly. Love you for remembering those good times. Mom
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Oh, that moment when you have to relinquish your masterpiece. A little like letting go of children.
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