Yummo Deliciousity

Before I start the poem, the background was I told my girls all about the snow cream I had as a child.

“Can we go out and get some snow?

Maybe return inside; (although,

We’re not willing, yet, to forego

Playing a bit upon the snow).

But once inside, We hope you deem

It best for us to make some cream

Not just any kind for our dream

Is to eat delicious snow cream.

You’ve spoken oft about this treat

Please, Mama, our life’s incomplete

Without this stuff that sounds so sweet!

This is something we want to eat

We won’t ask again, I tell you

And no more will we look askew

At not eating that tempting view

You’ve given us our whole life through.

We’ll be content and leave it there

If this snow cream we never dare

Have it again, we won’t despair

We will be done with this affair.”

Int’resting way to convince me

This from my daughters’ anxious plea

I did my best to subsidee

Yummo deliciousity (dee-lish-ee-ah-ci-tee)!

Violet Escalera (8–14–2018)