Thanksgiving is often a time filled with food, turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and all manner of baked goods, such as PIE.
I have been baking pie.
Pie is yummy.
You sit on the back porch,
radiant in all your glory,
your sugary goodness encased in a glass pan,
that is not worthy of your amazing awesomeness!
deliciousness in dough,
you graciously grace us with your gracious presence-
“What are you thinking about with that goofy look on your face?”
“All right, let’s cut the pie.”
Your sacrifice is greatly appreciated!
Thanks for reading this, I hope it brightened your day!
Instead of a quote from one of my older poems though, today I’ll be sharing a small little rhyme I wrote.