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