{"id":3390,"date":"2017-04-11T08:17:01","date_gmt":"2017-04-11T13:17:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=3390"},"modified":"2017-04-04T08:19:16","modified_gmt":"2017-04-04T13:19:16","slug":"elizabeth-alford-heaven-is-my-mothers-apple-pie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=3390","title":{"rendered":"Elizabeth Alford &#8220;Heaven is My Mother\u2019s Apple Pie&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Elizabeth Alford<\/h1>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #800000;\">Heaven is My Mother\u2019s Apple Pie<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>Once a year<br \/>\n(and only under the best<br \/>\npossible circumstances)<br \/>\nmy mother makes<br \/>\nher apple pie, and that first<br \/>\nbite\u2014oh! how buttery<br \/>\nand crumbly the crust, how<br \/>\nspicy the forbidden fruit<br \/>\nfilling still warm from the oven<br \/>\nand swirls of cinnamon,<br \/>\nsweet and tang waltzing to flavor<br \/>\non the ballroom floor<br \/>\nof my tongue\u2014is almost enough<br \/>\nto make me sing praise<br \/>\nto a god I don\u2019t believe in,<br \/>\neven though I know<br \/>\ndeep in my heart<br \/>\nand in my stomach<br \/>\nthat if there is an afterlife,<br \/>\nit is after Thanksgiving dinner<br \/>\nand that my mother<br \/>\nis a god of gods<br \/>\nwho can bake the whole<br \/>\nof the universe<br \/>\ninto a pie.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Elizabeth Alford<\/strong><em> (Hayward, CA) is a voracious <\/em>carbnivore<em> who has also been known to eat her own words. See more of her work @ <a class=\"sbm-text link\" href=\"http:\/\/facebook.com\/ElizabethAlfordPoetry\" target=\"linked\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Facebook.com\/ElizabethAlfordPoetry<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Elizabeth Alford Heaven is My Mother\u2019s Apple Pie Once a year (and only under the best possible circumstances) my mother makes her apple pie, and that first bite\u2014oh! how buttery and crumbly the crust, how spicy the forbidden fruit filling still warm from the oven and swirls of cinnamon, sweet and tang waltzing to flavor [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"aside","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}},"_wpscppro_dont_share_socialmedia":false,"_wpscppro_custom_social_share_image":0},"categories":[9],"tags":[346],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v21.5 - https:\/\/yoast.com\/wordpress\/plugins\/seo\/ -->\n<title>Elizabeth Alford &quot;Heaven is My Mother\u2019s Apple Pie&quot; - One Sentence Poems<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=3390\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Elizabeth Alford &quot;Heaven is My Mother\u2019s Apple Pie&quot; - One Sentence Poems\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Elizabeth Alford Heaven is My Mother\u2019s Apple Pie Once a year (and only under the best possible circumstances) my mother makes her apple pie, and that first bite\u2014oh! 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