I want an ice cream :come she wailed
the little girl in flounced pink at the end of her day
not knowing really what she wanted was sleep
and with only the one thing she could say
I want an ice cream come, I doooo
and I imagine her guardian angels
would have moved heaven and earth
not to mention all the moo moos in the field
just to scoop one out for her, double dipped,
from a strawberry sky.
mary angela douglas 18 january 2019
