My Grandfather, King Of The Drugstore Sundaes Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[to Milton B. Young (forever) ]

vanilla ice cream crowned with chocolate syrup
(and this was in a sunflower kitchen)
my Grandfather served us as if we were

Queens. small queens in high chairs.
we had our own methods.
with the royal spoons you mash and stir until

the vanilla becomes pale chocolate soup
still cold and grainy like thick snow
and Grandfather beams as though

this were his masterpiece of a
Saturday afternoon...

mary angela douglas 12 february 2015