Rhubarb Pie
Oh for a taste of rhubarb pie!
Home picked, home baked--
Mouth watering, I don’t lie.
A tart and sweet delicious delight;
Tingles, mingles with the tongue.
Mom always cooked it just right!
Some might let theirs go to waste,
But I’ll eat their piece without delay,
I just love that capricious taste!
Note* I haven’t had a piece of Rhubarb pie
since my dear mom died in ‘94
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2010
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