The Pie of Music

My kitchen time ending, dishes drying in stacks My family is telling me it’s time to relax In the background are voices urging me to stay So I pause, wait and listen for one more lovely thing That my friends and family might say... My kitchen is filled, with the smell of fresh pie Made year after year, from old and new recipes The air fills my lungs, with the smell of fresh pie My mouth wants to eat every pie it sees My mouth wants to eat like the child Who experiences pie the first time in their life My mouth wants to savor fresh aroma of pie From the oven before cut by the knife To boldly eat pie like the person who won't Let calories get in their way To eat, through the night, and Be ready for more the next day I go to my kitchen when I’m good and hungry I know I will eat, like I have before My kitchen is blessed with the smell of fresh pie And I’ll eat one more!