The bliss of sweet potato pie/
Is a promise so sweet/
We move in waves/
Spend years perfecting recipes/
Until one day/
The promise of an older/
Wiser mother comes true/
A little of this and a few beauties of/ that/
And if not perfect the pie/
As life/
Is better than we hoped for/
And the taste of/
Purest love moves in/
Memory/
With every bite