My Offering

When the sands of life run out for me And I'm about to die, Will St. Peter say "Come in, Ma'am, If I bring a piece of pie? Gravensteins from my own orchard Are the apples I lke best, With sugar, cinnamon, butter, flour. Recipe on request. I handle the crust carefully To preserve the tender taste And delectable deliciousness. Not one crumb should go to waste. I learned the process from my mom Who learned it from her ma. Grandma honed her skills a lifetime Making pies for my grandpa Who was connoisseur of pie And ate it every day, Wanting fresh pie for his breakfast, Not stale slice from yesterday. Grandpa's hankering for pie, perhaps Brought him to early grave. Dad said if pie should bring him harm, He'd just try to be brave. My apple tree is bearing An unusually big crop. My family is clamoring For apple pie non-stop. Last week I had no money When the tithing plate came by. I hoped no one was looking as I left an apple pie. This week a plumper minister Could not quite meet my eye, But when my money hit the plate I'm sure I saw him cry. If you think I am just bragging About my luscious pie, I'm taking one from oven now. You're welcome to stop by. For Linda Marie's contest. "Dreamy Desserts" Placed 8th