Sweet Nostalgia
Would somebody please be kind enough
to take me back to when
Joy was a huge ice-cream cone
in my small hand?
When I thought God sent the ice-cream
truck from the heavens to the land.
When hatred was a soft push with a simple,
"Hey, I was standing here first!"
When day-dream was a nap on the sun-kissed
floor, with a huge post-meal belly.
When pain was a brain-freeze or a toothache.
When I believed that if I ever had a stable income
like Daddy, I'd spend it on candy.
When coloured sprinkles were magical
and each grid in that cone had a
Different Story, depending on which one
my finger was placed on each time.
When Vanilla hated Chocolate and
choosing Strawberry was a common ground.
When regret was not getting to the drops of
melted ice-cream before they reached their
demise and had a Great Fall.
When the definition of a tease was:
"I've got two flavours on my cone,
what have you achieved in your life?"
When a long day was having to spend three
long hours in the sun, licking sweet ecstasy
until my tongue became numb.
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