Grandma’s Apple Pie

Poem

Soft light drifts through lace-curtained pane,
Flour-dusted table, worn with love;
Her hands — gentle maps of years —
Roll the crust, tender stars of her touch.

Apples, peeled in spirals, glisten—
Each slice a memory: crisp autumns,
The laughter of children chasing leaves,
The hush before dusk.

Cinnamon drifts like secret prayers,
Sugar warming the bones of apples—
Yes, a river of sweetness
Flowing toward golden edges.

The oven door opens—
Heat embracing that waiting circle;
Steam sighs, crust browning like laughter lines,
The world inside that oven, and ours.

Slices offered:
A fork cuts through buttery pastry,
Juice spills like confession,
Warmth in every bite.

Take a bite:
Taste the orchard in her voice,
Cradle of childhood, safe;
A slice held aloft by memory—
Grandma’s hands
Her apple pie
Hunger satisfied, heart nourished.

Audio

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Lyric

(Verse 1)
The kitchen fills with laughter,
And that old familiar smell,
Flour dust floats in sunlight,
Where happy memories dwell.
Grandma’s hands are working magic,
With every slice and sigh,
She peels those apples slowly,
With a sparkle in her eye.

(Chorus)
Grandma’s apple pie, fresh from the oven,
Cinnamon dancing on top so high.
One scoop of vanilla, melting and lovin’,
With a cloud of whipped cream reaching for the sky.
Oh, nothing tastes sweeter than love in a slice,
Grandma’s apple pie.

(Verse 2)
She sprinkles sugar softly,
A pinch of spice just right,
Rolls the crust so gentle,
Tucks it snug and tight.
The golden edges bubbling,
We gather ‘round the tray,
Can hardly wait a minute,
To taste the homemade way.

(Bridge)
A hug in every bite,
Warmth on a winter’s night,
With laughter and a twinkle in her eye.
A family gathered near,
Joy and love right here,
Every moment sweeter with each bite.

(Chorus)
Grandma’s apple pie, fresh from the oven,
Cinnamon dancing on top so high.
One scoop of vanilla, melting and lovin’,
With a cloud of whipped cream reaching for the sky.
Oh, nothing tastes sweeter than love in a slice,
Grandma’s apple pie.

(Outro)
Let’s have another helping,
Just one more by and by,
Memories are made forever,
With Grandma’s apple pie.

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