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.