At times when I am in a rush
I find myself in a bakery
Just around the corner
From where my home would be

I grab a coffee to help me out
And if luck be on my side
Behind glass counter gloriously
There’s a pie to feed the family

Well, I am ashamed I must admit
For any pie – when I was but a child –
Would have been prepared so lovingly
By grandma who rolled the dough with care

The scent of pie
Would fill the air
We would wait quite anxiously
For mere taste of pie smelling savory

Times have changed
And time’s decreased
So to take me back
To my inner youth

There is nothing like
A pie from the bakery
With mashed potato on the top
Baked in oven until golden brown

So nowadays
When I am short of time
The scent of pie from the bakery
Fills my kitchen, and comforts me!

*image to follow
when next I am in
the bakery*

Shepherds Pie

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