A child’s summertime memory
The rocking chairs on the wrap around porch
Rocking back and forth, back and forth
Children rocking; children waiting.
Out of the heat of the communal kitchen
Comes the delicious aroma
Momma baking in her shared oven
Momma cooking in her white enamel pot
Momma cooking on her own gas range
Cooking the blueberries poppa and I picked
Poppa’s tall aluminum can brimming full
My small sand pail holding few
The scent from the kitchen reaches me
Delicious treasures are in store
Blueberry jam, blueberry blintzes
Blueberry pierogi, blueberry pie
Momma with her blue stained fingers
Momma with her blue stained apron
Momma, my BLUEBERRY QUEEN.
Ethyl Haber
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