she died the day she called me nancy
when she introduced me as her niece
but she looked a bit unsure at first
its not like she didn't remember my face
i had seen her just weeks before and it hadn't changed
my hair color, sure, but not my face
who is nancy anyway?
you don't even have a niece
her life was telling stories
sharing potato salad and pies
she made the best pies, any pie you could dream of
but she knew i always wanted lemon meringue
how many pies will it take to bring you back?
i take you a pie every time i visit
hoping for a glimpse at a smile
for you to just remember how it used to be
and if for only one bite
you would remember my name
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