In Praise of Pies

Oh my eye! What a wonderful Pie,
With its shape so enchantingly square.
The glaze on its crust is a feast for the eye
And its fragrance is filling the air.

What comfort I'll find, of the old-fashioned kind
With this good homely food on my plate.
A reminder of days before work's daily grind;
Of a mother who cared what I ate.

Though I know I could choose to eat any cuisine
That the world has to offer, you see,
Despite all that I've tasted and all that I've seen -
A good pie still does it for me.