She sits on the sidewalk
So small and content
As she eats her ice cream
Under a small tent
Her worries she buried
In the ice cream she eats
Like her face
That is sticky from her cold treat
The sun blazes down
As she squints to look above
Harming her youg eyes
But still staring
As is it were a drug
Shes young and innocent
To the world it seems
She can do no wrong;the beauty queen
Her ice cream is finished
But left still is the cone
She lays in her hand
Like a dog and a bone
She bites into it
Crunching along
As a nearby by elderly
Starts to sing a song
The little girl looks up
Frightened, at first
Her fears turning to joy
As she hears the first verse
A song of a lover
A friend so dear
That even she understands
Its complex meaning
The cone gone
She turns and smiles at the elderly
Rushing from the tent
She goes to her mother
To share with her,
Her wisdom
Of the lover and friend
And her revised version
Of how they met again
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Submission Name: Ice Cream
