Sweet Apple Pies
They were bright yellow and red
ma loved to bake apple pies
every Sunday morn
so hot out of the oven
with cinnamon scent
steaming as fresh bread
to delight
me.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
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