Our Grandmother Elma Fine Ingram baked mouth-watering cookies and recited fun poems. At our 1972 Ingram reunion, someone asked Grandma if she had a song. She replied that she did not have a song but she did have a recitation. Grandma was as cute as any 12-year-old: “I don’t believe I can stay seated to say […]
from Ron Currier
Dark blue with white stars.
He carried a hoe.
I held her tail.
We told each other our secrets.
A cake, all round and lovely and covered with fudge icing.
… as Mom flattened him.
“I bet you don’t get much sleep…”