Waffles
piled
high
and hot;
warm.
 
Warming
hearts
and
tummies…
Warming
minds
and
I,
I
remember
waffles
hugging
square
blocks
of pink,brown, white
cold
ice cream…
oozing edges
and
up inside
those
deep
delicious
squares.
 
I ‘member
those
hot
long ago
summer
days
with
my Dad
and waffle ice
cream
sandwiches
and
Dorney Park.
 
Happy we are…
we here, in this house,
that waffles
are ours
again…
cause I had a dream
of wafflemakers filled
and plates piled high
and
we are,
we are
all filled
grins wide.
We
love
eggs.