Sweet As Pie

Before my mom was 

my mom,

bare feet on the wood of her 1st home.

Kitchen to Kitchen Table; 

two small hands gripping the plate.

Strawberry Rhubarb.

Warm, flaky pastry, and sugar-coated fruit 

in downward flight,

a mosaic spread out in front of her toes.

Grampy wiped her cheeks,

his thumb between round glasses and skin.

They share the last piece.

Written Winter 2023

Art Credit: Helene Graham