Pie poem

Us kids watched while our grandma rolled
out pie dough on her kitchen table top.
She’d place a cover atop a pie, snip the
edges, gather the snippings into a disc,
add this to the oven with all the pies,
for this, we all knew, was Bounce’s pie.
Bounce was her personal ill-tempered
rat-terrier. We’d wait till the pies were
all baked, then we’d claim Bounce’s pie.

2023 Jacqueline Jackson

This article appears in Grillin’ and Chillin’ 2023.