Melting moments

When the child beside her mom

was licking a vanilla ice-cream,

I don’t know where it came from

but I found my poem and my theme.

The eyes were closed and the tongue, busy

drops of dots fell off careless and easy.

I thought of my past that dropped from my time

to let it just go, I thought was a crime.

The child finished the stick with a smile on the face,

the two went away with the happiest embrace.

I was worried for reasons I never came to know

but the things that I loved I’d never let them go.

When I have those goodies, I am never inside it

I pay for the food, never enjoy what I eat.

The child taught me now to relish every stand

I’m feeling light this time, with an ice-cream in my hand.