Strawberries 2015
For years they managed a full garden.
The big chest freezer holds the evidence.
I am a few inches taller than my mom,
So, I volunteer to do the emptying.
I reach past the newest additions-
A collection of mini cheese burgers, Tony’s pizzas and burritos.
My toes leave the ground and I nearly tumble in,
Just as my hand grasps the cool-whip bowl,
With its masking tape label in Granny’s familiar scrawl
Strawberries 2015
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My Granny also kept things in Cool Whip containers. This poem has provided a funny, sweet remembrance! Thank you.
Wonderful image–I feel like I’ve been exactly there
Strawberries 2015 and all it conjures up for grandchild makes this poem live on and on. Really love the poignant-ness of this poem and description of reaching into the big freezer. Great poem
Ahhh-love this! I felt the narrator’s grasp of that cold plastic bowl!