Italian Ices

A friend in the hospital Made a request When the topic of What I could bring was addressed. Just a few blocks away There’s a stand that sells ices, Both water and crème-style; Each flavor entices. The weather was hot And it started to rain But I made it to Ralph’s; I’d not visit in vain. With two scoops in the dish That my friend likes to get, I walked quickly so they Wouldn’t melt or get wet. Though the bag fell apart, I accomplished my goal As my friend ate the ices I hoped would console. Such a small thing for me, The most easy of chores But a mountain for someone Who’s stranded indoors.