Nana's Lemon Ice Cream
By Elizabeth Smith
One day I'll lose herbesting me at cards, her
urging me to munch the turkey lunch, her
dreaming Pappy after funeral-day,
her holding in those slender arms a loose-toothed me—
She whispered Pal.
I churn and chill her cream.
It brings her right beck in the room. You were always her little darling. Beautiful. I want some lemon ice cream right now
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