Grandma's Apple Pie Poem

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In the kitchen, warm and cozy,
Where the aroma's sweet and rosy,
Grandma bakes with love so true,
Her famous apple pie for me and you.
With apples plucked from the tree,
Handpicked with care, so patiently,
She peels and slices, just right,
Adding spices with delight.
A pinch of cinnamon, a dash of nutmeg,
A sprinkle of sugar, just a peg,
She rolls the dough with tender care,
Her culinary expertise so rare.
Into the oven, it goes to bake,
The anticipation hard to shake,
As the scent fills every nook and cranny,
My taste buds dance a merry fandango.
Golden crust, a sight to behold,
Juicy apples, caramelized and bold,
Grandma's apple pie, a treasured delight,
A scrumptious treat, morning, noon, and night.
So, we gather 'round the table with a sigh,
Grateful for Grandma's love and pie,
Savoring each bite with joy and cheer,
For Grandma's apple pie brings us near.