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