I love you a pie crust
Grahams smashed unconventionally
Butter and sugar
I love you two limes, zested
Six limes hand-squeezed, old-school
Sweetened condensed milk, two egg yolks
I love you a kitchen,
Hot as the air outside its walls
A table a mess, homework delayed
A church group missed
A waiting by the phone for your departure from work

I love you a pie that hurts our tummies but satisfies our souls

You are my brother, I your little sis
You’ve got my back, and I’ve got your pie