Ice Cream
It happened one
July 4th during
my early childhood
A morning spent
watching the parade
from a favorite spot
on the town square
Then…
on to the city park
where a traditional
carnival always
tempted us all
with exotic food
and terrifying rides
A picnic table
claimed for the day
and a place to watch
the evening fireworks
An all-day celebration…
family traditions…
Swimming at the
attached water park…
napping under the
picnic table
And…
the best ever treat
Ice Cream…
Not your usual cone
with one scoop on
top of the other
But…
special cones…
side-by-side
ice cream wells
Cones only seen
there once a year
Selection made —
chocolate in one
and vanilla in the
other…
mouth-watering
expecting that
first cold taste
And the…
As I turned away
from the stand…
someone in the
crowd bumped
my arm
And…
instead of a first
cold bite I was
faced with two
empty cone slots
And…
my two scoops
staring up at me
from the ground
Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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