Chicken Sandwiches at the Root Beer Stand in Marion
For Cousin Cherri June 2017
In summer heat,
and bored with euchre or parcheesi,
Someone would say,
usually my Nan,
“Let’s go to the root beer stand
for chicken sandwiches.”
Chopped and creamed and on a bun
Me, deep in back seat Plymouth cushions
Dressed in overalls,
Curls like poodle tails,
And Mother grinning at the wheel.
Through the night
We screamed with joy
For want of icy mugs
That freeze-burned fingers.
I took bites the size of teardrops
To make that sandwich last forever.