A Taste from Heaven

The fresh aroma of the pecan pie,
grabs my senses and makes me cry.
I know she's up high above in the serene sky,
but I thank the pie which now sings my lullaby.

I pierced my fork through the sweet-scented pastry,
and my face swaddled heartily with glee.
My heart, crammed with content,
my soul, in delight to the furthest extent.

I nibble in tenderness until the tiniest morsel.
I weep in hope for life to be mortal.
For all I know, my nan is gone.
But I still recall her baking at dawn.

Staring in sorrow while devouring the pie,
I remember my nan, resting with no reply.
My sweet granny, now resting placidly.
Beyond doubt, I'll never forget our doting amity.

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