Mama's Luscious Apple Pie

Reading comic books
telling dirty jokes
hanging out on the curb

running in
dinners ready
followed by a few tag-a-longs

the robust zesty scent of mamas lasagna
or perhaps her luscious sweet potato pie
fills our nostrils
seeping in right down to our stomach linings

she looks up sees us coming and smiles
ordering us to wash our hands
we snapped to it

theres no pit deep enough to stop us from eating everything in sight
then on to seconds
mama never mind
she just smiled after all we were inside fulling our bellies
not out there in the streets

somehow i couldn't help but think she'd bewitched us that sly cunning woman
smiles fill the circle
long since parted ways
and came together to celebrate her
thanking her for setting them straight
oh mamas luscious apple pie