That little boy we both know, his nose dabbed
with whipped cream, smiling ice cream lips,
chin speckled with sprinkles like his freckles.
everything that feeling is, is you.

However, you didn’t forget one thing
You love yourself🥰
Be proud that you took that chance
Cause not a lot of people do.
Shake it off
You good baby girl
Be happy after eating some ice cream
Go try again, Love, try again

Everyday I see the same ice-cream truck go by
With the same children screaming and chasing after it
But one child never gets to try it
Whenever the child gets near, he speeds away
The child desperately wishes for an ice-cream truck to stop for her
So she may experience the taste, texture and good feeling
She dreams, but dreams are only dreams
She dreams for the day she can have ice-cream
One day, an ice-cream truck passes by to greet the children
But notices one is missing
The chant of the truck searches for the girl
But she never comes
One day, the ice-cream truck man asked where the last girl was
The mother stated she wasn't here because
She waited so long but you never came
Whenever she came near you, you sped away
The girl left without ever tasting ice-cream

Everyday I see the same ice-cream truck go by
But whenever the truck passes the final house
The ice-cream starts to melt.

I am truly blessed at fifty I still have my parents,
I am blessed they stay with me,
I get their blessings  everyday.
I am blessed I have time to see to my parents' welfare,
To take them to the doctor myself,
As they took me when I was a child,
Take them for a picnic or long drive,
Then to the icecream parlour for their favourite  milkshake,
The same one where they used to take me.
I am  blessed  I get a chance to talk to them everyday,
And when I look in their eyes I see the purest love.
My parents are my responsibility not my wife's,
I never blame her if she is unable to help out.
I have understood my parents do not need material things,
They need me to hold their hands and show I care,
I am glad my children are learning true values.
When the time comes and I see the empty chair I know I was a good son,
And blessed by my Lord.
Amen
6/11/2019

Now that I have  been thinking about it over my sleep,
I think you are kinda like ice cream,
you are like ice cream on a very hot summer day.
you keep melting away,
but I keep taking you back,
putting you back up in the freezer.
Trying to make you like before,
at least I think I do,
but I keep losing parts of you,

Some parts of you that I love,
So tell me should I stop freezing you back
Taking you back?

the scorching summer sun
makes the day almost unbearable
even the plants agree
the sun needs to *******

I guess its not the sun's fault
it's just doing its thing
but maybe it could tone it down a bit
since our sunscreen was washed away

it could be worse though;
the summer storms could roll through
flooding the countryside in a muddy wave
and leaving us trapped underwater

the floods didn't use to be common,
but now they happen every year
sometimes i jokingly wonder aloud
who forgot to turn off the hose

so I'll just sit in front of my fan
wishing we had ac
and longing for ice cream
that has already melted