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, like an inmate released the next day
I go to my kitchen when I'm good and hungry
I know I will eat, like I've eaten before
My kitchen is blessed with the smell of fresh pie
And I'll eat one more
Poetry form: Lyric poem tribute to The Sound of Music
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Lyric Poetry
PoetryLyric poetry can be highly musical, and is usually the private expression of emotion by a single speaker. My lyric poetry consists of little scribbles and echoes of life.
