Why apple pie?
Apple pie and custard
Why apple pie?
The most joyous thing that I can have
The root of all my happiness
Be good to me
Why then it’s apple pie
Because my Nanna made it
That is why
My father’s mother
Knew we’d be coming by
And Sunday afternoon
The pastry cook in tune
Greeted me with smiles and apple pie
Tomorrow I go again to shop
I write my list
The things I fancy most
And most of all is apple pie
I stop and I remember why
Oh Nanna
What a Nanna what a host
Ten was all I was when she died
Too young to know
I guess my father cried
But her face I remember
Her warmth and her embrace
These things remain
Along with apple pie
Brian Fahy
10 April 2022
Erris Poetry 