Root Beer Popsicle, 95 Degrees

By Gail Grenier Sweet ©2006

If motherhood means
revisiting childhood,
then grandmother-hood means
      revisiting motherhood and
            revisiting
                  childhood.

Today it was 95 degrees out
when my grandson and I walked together
barefoot on
      the very warm sidewalk,
            just like
                  the very warm sidewalks of my childhood

And suddenly I
craved a root beer popsicle --
Haven’t thought of a
      root beer popsicle in
            maybe
                  45 years.

Thanks, Oliver.
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