Root Beer Popsicle, 95 Degrees
By Gail Grenier Sweet ©2006
If motherhood meansrevisiting 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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