Come I will teach you a new recipe’ <br />Said a friend visiting from overseas. <br /> <br />Give me apples, cinnamon and a pie dish <br />Long ago you asked me you wish <br /> <br />To learn how to make an Apple Pie <br />So here we are both going to try <br /> <br />Her face intent, was smeared with the flour <br />She looked funny; what fun we had for one hour <br /> <br />Mixing the dough vigorously, with her hands <br />You will always remember this day, she said <br /> <br />Eyes twinkling and joining me uttered, silly <br />It’s not just a pie, we are making memories. <br /> <br />we talked, as we waited in the kitchen, <br />the aroma told us when it was done <br /> <br />That was twenty years ago, I recall <br />Pie came out well and we had such a ball.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/making-memories-2/
