Blueberry Pie on Sunday Afternoon
Happy Birthday!
It’s just a day I say
Every 4th of June comes much too soon
Everyone asking what I’d like to do
My attitudes on certain foods
Favorite flavors and party favors
Wrapping paper, local baker?
Ribbons and bows, and who else knows?
I’m getting old, but please don’t ask
Not yet wearing an oxygen mask.
No wheelchair, walker or cane
And my thoughts are clear inside my brain
So where was I….he he he
Inside joke…I’m old you see…
Birthday laughs are such a gas
But don’t even try to oversimplify
The impact of the serving act
Blueberry pie on a Sunday afternoon
Save the fork, grab a spoon
Sing the song but don’t take too long
With the Happy Birthday to you
Nothing on my mind but blue
Graham cracker and butter crust
A second serving is a must
Cheesecake in between, baked to perfection
Oh such a sight! A perfect confection
Smothered with blueberries in heavenly sauce
A single bite and I expect you’ll be lost
Feels so fine to go back in time
The days of youth and the kissing booth
The girl up front, she was attractive
Yet I found myself oddly distracted
Pulled to another booth by my sweet tooth
Then it caught my eye
The booth that sold pies
Apples, berries, pumpkins, and blues
I understood exactly what I had to do
My stomach rocking
I started walking
The pie lady smiled; reeling me in
I approached her booth with a grin
My eyes grew wide, let the eating begin!
Fondest thoughts on a day in June
Pie in the sunshine, pie under the moon
Pie in the kitchen and in the dining room
Family and friends gathered together
Blow out the candles; don’t yield to the pressure
Another year past, but I’m not a bit downcast
Blueberry pie will get me by
Things look clear; maybe next year
I’ll switch things around, go off the chart
Instead of a pie, I’ll eat blueberry tarts…
Author’s Note:
When you can only impart a single piece of wisdom on those who might care to listen, make it something simple like, “When you get the chance to have pie, insist on blueberry…or apple…or boysenberry…or peach…or raspberry…or chiffon….or honey….or shoofly….or just plain old pie….”
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Sounds a pretty damn good birthday to me, and fresh pie, yes I get it. Hope ya had a great day Ralph, and getting old is a honor for having experiences so much life. And in the end we just get better. In any case, deluded or not, I’m standing by that. Cheers!
Nothing like pie on birthdays. Hope you had an awesome birthday. One of my favorites growing up was strawberry cream pie.
Pie on your birthday. Sounds like a good time to me. I was always a big fan of cherry.
A very berry birthday to you, Ralph! Oh, how I love blueberries, especially in a pie. Hope your special day was a wonderful one. Great poem.
Sounds like you had a wonderful birthday, Ralph. Thank you for sharing “the pies” in this fun poem. Very delicious.