That Homemade Ice Cream Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- * THAT HOMEMADE ICE CREAM *-

Custard cooking in the kitchen
Mama stirring all the while
I smelled Vanilla wafting in
As I gave a little smile.

She'd pour it in the old crank freezer
And fill it with the salt and ice
Daddy fastened on the handle
Then he'd crank this old device.

Daddy cranked it till his arm ached
Then passed it on to Uncle Ray.
They'd add more ice and salt into it
And they'd crank into the day.

Finally they'd tightly pack it
More ice, more salt, and then a rug
And let it sit there for a while
All packed down so nice and snug.

After we'd eaten all the bounty
that they'd equally pitched in
And I'd used all the paper napkins
That Mama tucked beneath my chin.

They'd open up that old crank freezer
This creamy custard to reveal
And we'd scoop out that creamy ice cream
To top off the family's meal.

My Daddy and his brother Ray
Would always have this good hearted race
To see who'd eat the most of it
And I'd soon get it all o'er my face.

This would happen every weekend
Of every summer in the sun
And I thought our Homemade Ice Cream
Was just the best of all our fun.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 11-1-05