Nana's Lemon Ice Cream

By Elizabeth Smith

One day I'll lose her
besting 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.


Marsha Derrick said…
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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