- by edra ward 
- now's the time for memories 
- of grandma's cherry pie . . . 
- twas baked in the big oven 
- thier wonderful aroma 
- came floating out the door. 
- we watched through all the making 
- and often got a taste . . . 
- each bit was so delicious 
- not 1 must go to waste. 
- we'd helped to pick the cherries 
- for heat to do the baking 
- we'd carried in the wood. 
- we saw the dough mixed quickly 
- the firm deft fingers worked 
- and soon each crimson sphere 
- the top would then be dotted 
- and the latticed upper crust 
- was put in place with care. 
- and when 'twas time for dinner 
- how everyone would beam 
- as grandma cut the cherry pie