Mom and Apple Pie
Growing up, meals were simple,
but always good, and desserts
were never absent. Her specialty?
Pies, with apples from an orchard
or the grocer. It didn’t matter.
Her crust made all the difference.
I’ve never tried to make that crust.
I don’t want to be disappointed.
But her apple cake? That I can make.
Fresh from the oven and still steaming,
I can imagine her serving up a slice
and almost taste her apple pie.
This is my response to Poetics: Dia De los Muertos,
the prompt from Mish at dVerse ~ Poets Pub,
which is to write a poem “to commemorate a loved one you have lost.”
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Sweet remembrance
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It’s funny how food sparks memories. Enjoy that cake and remember that pie. 💙
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What a wonderful way to remember your mother!
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A beautiful tribute, Ken. I agree… it was the crust that made it special!
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Dear poet you literally made my mouth water. That is extraordinary. The power of suggestion. 3.141529…
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Baking is like a love language. This is a sweet (and tasty) tribute, Ken.
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I think there are those recipes we shouldn’t even try to recreate
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This made me think of the fat sugar cookies my maternal grandmother made. And the blackberry cobbler my paternal grandmother baked. And how wonderful both of their kitchens always smelled.
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What a delicious tribute ken
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That’s a delicious appie pie for a remembrance. Thanks for the share.
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I can relate! I helped my mother bake pies. Now I’m hungry for some pie.
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What a delicious and heartfelt remembrance, Ken!
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This brought a warm smile, Ken. So lovingly written.
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Awwww. Happy that you have such good memories, Ken! 🙂
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And I do! Thank you, Susi.
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❤ You’re welcome, Ken!
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