A free verse poetry, “Was This Just Apple Pie?”
A humorous little ditty about apple pie.We grow up with favorite foods, the familiarity of SWEET scents, and happiness that mothers create. And when we grow older, it’s the memories we hold on to in our hearts. Hope you enjoy this free verse poetry.
Was this just apple pie?
I think not. It was more.
As a child, it held secrets.
Secrets laced with cinnamon and love.
It came in layers too.
Each bite better than the next.
Mom would tease us first.
Giving us samples of raw apples,
smothered with cinnamon and sugar.
Then dose after dose I would eat more:
Like a drug addict. Addicted to meth.
I ate it till I was sick.
But that didn’t stop me.
It was the intoxicating smell too.
The smell that leaked from
that damn box in the kitchen,
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