Ginger Ale Poem by Liz Palana

My mother's words are
Made of ginger ale,
Hot and steamy,
Inside the thermos container.

My mother's words are
Made of ginger ale,
A tart solvent
Of cakes and marmalades.

My mother's words are
Made of ginger ale,
Bittersweet and tangy,
Like a box of homemade chocolates,
Inside the thermos container.

My mother's words are
Made of ginger ale,
A golden remedy
For tear-clogged throats
And sore emotions
Inside the thermos container.

My mother's words are
Made of ginger ale,
Tinkling like a
Thousand silver bells
Inside the crystal teacup
And the thermos container.