Poem of the Week
WHO NEEDS A CALENDAR?
I think my favorite holiday, comes at Easter time.
That’s when I get to eat Aunt Edna’s great gooseberry pie.
But then again, on July the fourth, when we go picnicin’,
Grandma Rose makes apple pie; my lips I start a-lickin’.
On Labor Day, Aunt Edith makes her pie of chocolate cream.
Thanksgiving brings Mom’s pumpkin pie–so rich it’s like a dream.
Christmas time and New Year’s and my cousins all will bake–
Mincemeat, pecan, banana cream; I love the pies they make.
Not looking forward to Valentine’s of course would be a lie,
For then I get to scarf down Grandma Anna’s cherry pie.
We get birthday pies instead of cakes, with candles in the crust.
Each person gets a different pie, each made with special fuss.
Some people tell the months and dates by calendars and things.
But I can tell what day it is through pies my family brings.