Sweet potato pie from grandmother's recipe,
Is the best I've ever tasted still,
With brown sugar and nutmeg on top,
That makes the kitchen fill.
The sweet potatoes from our garden,
Were roasted in their jackets,
Then mashed and beaten smooth as silk,
With eggs and butter packets.
The crust was flaky, buttered well,
Made by hand so fine,
Grandmother's pies were always perfect,
Every single time.
I make it now for Thanksgiving,
Just the way she taught,
A sweet potato pie today,
Is all the memories brought.
When I take the first bite now,
Tears well up inside,
Sweet potato pie is more than dessert,
It's love that hasn't died.
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