My grandma died when I was very young, but one thing I remember was her delicious black raspberry pie. When we arrived at her house for a visit, she would get out her pie, even if it was in the middle of the afternoon. Her pies were smooth like custard since she strained out all the seeds. Something that good is never forgotten. This poem is one for the dVerse poetry group prompt: visit.
Black Raspberry Pie
My earliest recollection
Of real fruit pie
Is sitting at the grandma’s table
When I was a little guy
Blue eyes got big
My smile grew wide
Watching her cut into
That black raspberry pie
Thick and smooth
No seeds inside
That big dip of whipped cream
Was hard to hide
My visits were always special
Put a sparkle to her eye
She loved watching her grandson
Eat her black raspberry pie
No need to wait till dinner
She knew I couldn’t wait
So from the fridge she took the pie
And put a big slice on my plate
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Our dVerse poetry prompt for today is the word visit… A poem any style with the word visit in it. Be sure to visit this site: https://dversepoets.com/
This is a revision from an earlier poem I had done.
A wonderful memory put into wonderful words.
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Thank you Peter! I appreciate your kind words.
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Wonderful memories.
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Thank you so much for reading!
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My grandmother made cheesecake, and cream puffs from scratch using real whipped cream; her pie was rhubarb which was not my favorite.
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OOH! Love rhubarb pie! With Ice Cream of course. Thanks for reading.
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This brings back memories of my grandmother and my father’s pies. thanks!
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Thank You for reading. Those are good memories.
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This is such a “sweet” memory… 🙂 I really enjoyed reading your poem!
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A wonderful childhood memory. Visiting grandparents is always special and made even more so when it involves homecooking with love. I can savor that pie within your poem. Thanks for participating in the prompt!
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Thanks!
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You are welcome. I am enjoying the challenges of being part of this poetry group.
Dwight
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Beautiful memory of your grandmother’s love expressed through that pie.
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Thanks Frank, It is a great memory. One of a few.
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Heartfelt and evocative!
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Thanks Frank, it always gives me a warm feeling to remember this experience.
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I think these moments of feast with your grandmother is something we all share (even if it was just some candy on a bomboniere
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Grandparents like to do special things for their grandchildren Thanks for your comment.
Dwight
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your words evoke the simple pleasures of being in a grandparents home and being pampered and loved
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Thanks you so much. I always looked forward to going there for a visit!
Dwight
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Grandma must have loved you! Seedless and before dinner! 🙂
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Yes, she did!
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It was really good!!
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So heartwarming. 🙂
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Thank you Imelda. I am only sorry that she did not live longer so I could learn to know her better.
Dwight
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A sweet and homey sharing, just like a slice of granny’s pie.
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Thanks. It was delicious!!
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What a beautiful homage to the time you spent with your grandmother!
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Thank you, I really appreciate your comment!
Dwight
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My pleasure. 💜
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