Carmel rich, in rainbows with the marsh-mellow
Each bite mixing and melting
Into pure delight with the vanilla bean ice cream
No sharing, each member got their own
Each persons glass empty before we'd head home
A taste carved into my memory like stone
The marshmellow not the fluff in Lowes
The Caramel even better than when I make my own
As an adult, I searched for that combination
scoured the markets for the marsh-mellow
Wanting to reexperience those bites
of childhood delight
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Comments (5)
That sounds so good and good memories. Well done
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This a dreamy delicious treat poem for sure🥰🥳
Salivating a little here...
Looks wonderful. Were you able to find it or ingredients to make your own? 😋