APPLE PIE

APPLE PIE

I do not want to close my eyes,
I’d thought with a sigh.
Afraid to slip into slumber land,
Without a piece of apple pie.

When everyone was sleeping,
Tucked safely away in bed,
I tip-toed down the hallway,
To the kitchen, quietly tread.

Got myself a glass of milk,
Left the fridge open just a bit,
So I could see, to slice that pie,
And find a place to sit.

Suddenly the lights came on,
My wife said, “shame on you,
Sitting alone here in the dark,
Cut me a big slice too”.

Monty