The White Man's Whiskey

The White Man's Whiskey

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

When I was just a little girl, my mama took care of me
Whenever I was sick, she held my head in her comforting hands
Mama she seemed to possess such wonderful healing powers
Sometimes I would take to running a fever
She would give me hot tea with honey and lemon
With just one shot of the white man's whiskey
She said it would help heal me, it was good me...dicine
Underneath wool blankets, you could sweat the fever out
Mama said the whiskey has two spirits, one is a demon to mankind

© 2016 Deborah Leah Krempa


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Added on March 4, 2016
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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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