We get double scoops of ice cream, just because we can To taste it on our tongues for longer  we say To celebrate tracing paths of stars Laying on our backs on Lookout Rock Surrounded by fireflies And the possibility of magic Mother & daughter No bedtimes now And only double scoops We dish the tea with our morning coffee Trading tastes of past sorrows and new sunshine The old rules slink out the back door As we stretch our limbs, svelte and luxurious In new skins that fit us better now And order tarts before salad Mother & daughter Dessert before lunch And only nuances now We spend a whole day doing the nothings Enshrined in shared cells and a thousand memories Hunting through stacks of old books And chatting with white-haired ladies selling clunky jewelry At the thrift store down the street We barely noticed we crossed a bridge of twenty-two years On the way home Mother & daughter Twenty-two years apart And now we’re friends