Come I will teach you a new recipe’
Said a friend visiting from overseas.
Give me apples, cinnamon and a pie dish
Long ago you asked me you wish
To learn how to make an Apple Pie
So here we are both going to try
Her face intent, was smeared with the flour
She looked funny; what fun we had for one hour
Mixing the dough vigorously, with her hands
You will always remember this day, she said
Eyes twinkling and joining me uttered, silly
It’s not just a pie, we are making memories.
we talked, as we waited in the kitchen,
the aroma told us when it was done
That was twenty years ago, I recall
Pie came out well and we had such a ball.
Such moments always bring happiness, just as our childhood memories of soap bubbles and gas balloons! -Raj Nandy
nice receipe I wish I was there. Too many cooks spoil the broth just kidding................
nice memories mamta, wish i was there to taste that pie, +10 as always regards anjali
wow! interesting! fine poetic description mamtajee........a 10++++
we make memories all the time, , , so precious are our moments, ,10
A memory pie...sweet and aromatic... good relishing poem recipe, Mamta 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple things moments that not sting cherish it and sing happiness it would bring..... loved your piece...