Gone With the Pie

I will turn back the pages of my life to Christmas's so sweet and old, when me, mom and dad would make meat pies; and we watched Gone With The Wind with sighs, the pies were our Christmas surprise. Mom mixed the meat, I talked and dad filled, and the dough rolled, seems to me that we baked fifty pies or more; for all those coming to our Christmas Day door, and into each pie our love and joy did pour. It was a lot of work for us but they were beautiful pies to behold, oh, a long movie was that- Gone With The Wind; and we liked each word nice and unkind, I have some sweet memories in my mind. Mom and grandma wrapped each cooked meat pie in waxed paper gold, and that movie still makes me happy in my heart; each Gone With The Pie gift- are part of heart-warming memories that never depart. ______________________________ November 16, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/Gone With The Wind Copyright Protected, ID 18-1085-593-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Punny Holiday Pies sponsor, Michelle Faulker Fifth Place