Icy Days is a poem about Grandma, written in gratitude for the wisdom, support, and love I received over the years, especially on icy days.
Icy Days
On icy days0
when fingers turned blue
lips chapped
beards snowed up
toes numbed
streets emptied
engines failed
voices croaked
legs gave way
limbs trembled
brains froze
breaths steamed
blood slowed
ears reddened
eyes streamed
Grandma
fixed up the fire
took out the blankets
and dished up melt-in-your-mouth ice cream.
Icycles and ice cream /
a match made in heaven.
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