She stood by the cooker
Pinny tied tight at the back
Middle aged spread,
a twenty year old memory
The curves he fell in love with
half a century ago,
grew alongside their love, their knowledge
and over the apron strings
Home baked, sweet aromas still entice
Mouth watering deliciousness
stimulating forgotten senses
Long-buried memories stirred
of family meals round the heavily scarred oak table
Individual voices blended into one
Competing for centre stage
until they each received
their very own slice of apple pie
Father threw mother a wink as he declined
saying he'd save *his* apple pie for later

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