Raymond Clevie Carver

Here you will find the Poem My Daughter and Apple Pie of poet Raymond Clevie Carver

My Daughter and Apple Pie

She serves me a piece of it a few minutes
out of the oven. A little steam rises
from the slits on top. Sugar and spice - 
cinnamon - burned into the crust. 
But she's wearing these dark glasses
in the kitchen at ten o'clock
in the morning - everything nice -
as she watches me break off
a piece, bring it to my mouth, 
and blow on it. My daughter's kitchen, 
in winter. I fork the pie in
and tell myself to stay out of it. 
She says she loves him. No way
Could it be worse.