Mom's Apple Pie
When it comes to the aroma of mom’s apple pie
Even the windchime outside tingles with glee
My lips quiver as I take my first bite
Fondling my fork in anticipation
Exuding its tantalizing fruity bouquet
Oohing and aahing every guest raves
It’s unanimous the flavor’s exquisite
Bravissimo kisses for our Queen Hostess
Submitted on November 23, 2019 for contest SMELL SOUND TASTE TOUCH REPEAT SENSE sponsored by SHERI FRESONKE HARPER - HONORABLE MENTION
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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