Mariah Boone’s most recent poem to appear here was Strange Grandmother (November 2011).
Ice Baby
By Mariah Boone
Walking across the H-E-B parking lot
Cradling a bag of ice across my abdomen
(to pour into the cooler in the trunk en route to the island)
I think maybe I will just take up raising ice-bag babies
They are such a comfort to you in June and July
And they melt quickly, becoming no trouble at all.
This poem made me smile. I could really tune it to my life– nice. Others will do that with the poem — good work.
Thank you.
Hahaha! Tee-hee! I LOVE it!
Definitely fun!
Cute!