Vanilla Ice Cream and Strawberries
I have a memory of picking wild strawberries with mother
on a sunny afternoon when I was just a little girl
it was a vast country field . . .
with many kinds of wildflowers swaying
(I picked mother a bouquet to take home too)
filling our baskets with the berries we headed home
(after eating a few, of course)
where mother washed and sliced them
and got out my special ice cream dish
I can still taste the sweetness . . .
of those wild juicy strawberries
and the cold smooth vanilla ice cream melting on my tongue
this is a memory . . . I keep pressed to my heart
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June 20, 2022
Poetry/Imagism/Vanilla Ice Cream and Strawberries
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1466-777-20
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Ice Cream
sponsor, Julia Ward, Judged 07/15/2022
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