A NICE HOME MADE PIE.

There is something kind of special in a slice of home made pie,
Baked by loving hands to fill the tummy and please the eye,
You can eat it plain or with warm custard or ice cream,
When away from home it becomes a constant dream.

Apple pie is so very good, cherry and blueberry as well,
The one you are eating now, is your favourite I can tell.
But the one my family treasures above all the others,
Not only husband and children, but sisters and brothers.

Is the one made with the leftover fruit, a pure delight,
For with the mix of flavours, it’s different at every bite,
You don’t know what will come next in your pie,
Peach, plum, apricot, or apple, you hear the cry.

So surprise pie we call it, this desert you have to try,
Made with love in the home, one you cannot buy,
Made by hands that care, a pie for the family
The filling will not matter, ‘twas made for you by me.

M Ann Margetson © August 27, 2000
2000/Asliceof


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