A Fall Poem ~ Pumpkin Pie~ A Tribute to Gram

This poem was written for an autumn writing contest.  The topic of the poem was to be "Pumpkin Pie".  It ended up being a tribute to my grandmother, who died nine years ago this past August.  I can't believe she has been gone that long.  I think of her everyday and will probably continue to think of her as long as I live. . .

Grandma got up early on Thanksgiving Day

Her breath shown in the chilly morning air

Frost covered the pumpkins

And dew drenched grass hugged her feet

As she searched for “the one”

Big enough

To feed her large brood

For times were hard

Lovingly she worked

Molding the crust to the pie tin

Fresh cooked pumpkin was added

Warm and spicy

Steaming up the farmhouse windows

Grandma added lots of cinnamon

Oh how Dad can remember the smell

Of the extravagant spices used

At no other time of the year

For times were hard

When the timer bell rang

Eight pairs of little legs

And Grandpa’s too

Came running

To watch her magnificent creation

Be born out of the oven

Then

Grandma would add one last dash of cinnamon

Yes times were hard

But she loved her family so