Apple pie

Dusted in white
slivered sweet
enlightened with spice
rolled baked with love
not perfect
no one would call me Stewart
save perhaps when
all sit together
empty plates smiling
forks clinking done
conversation and company
happy
sharing in this our
wonderful life.

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