When she remembers visiting Dad in his high-rise building each holidays, she thinks about how walking down Adelaide Terrace felt like walking through a canyon; how she was small anyway, but felt ... [+]
Aunt Betty's the best!
She knows in the summer
it's hard to find rest
when faced with hot sheets,
hot pillows, hot bed,
no place cool enough
to lay a hot head.
Instead, we escape,
my aunt grabbing the keys,
and hop in her car
to catch a night breeze.
Next stop: the Drive Thru
where we're chilled to our bones
by soft swirls of winter
in tall dripping cones.
A small secret eaten
beneath the moonlight—
oh, how I love ice cream
on a hot summer's night!