Grandma’s Cherry Pie
Hey Grandma, I made a cherry pie last night
Mixed it up with memories tugging at my side
Used your crock, cracked with time
Saw a family running fast
Felt a world of love and pride
The sifter still works fine
And the rolling pin, she still rolls
And I wondered just how many hearts and how many tears
Did this piece of rolled wood so quietly mend
As we fought the wars in search of peace
Through these many happy years
The plate was worn from your crusts before mine
But it still holds cherries, love and so much more
And I thought, as I held my own family close and tight
I will savor this pie and all it means
With every loving moving bite
Yea, I made a cherry pie last night…
Ronald J. Unterreiner
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