Rough Edges by Elise Siegel Three little girls loved Grandma’s biscuits Not muffins, not cookies, not even Triscuits Blueberry Sal, the younger, loved jam. Her cheeks, her lips, and even her tam All were died indigo as her cheeks did expand! * Strawberry shortcake is what Grandma called her She had berries and whipped cream each […]

Grandma’s Hot Little Biscuits (ekphrastic poetry)