A call, I give to thee,
In my mind, far away from sight,
That tasty creamy ice cream,
Mom hid, far away and tight.

A scoop or a pinch,
This I craved, every inch,
And when I attempted, to take a tinsy bite,
Mom would appear, right in my sight.

So much I yearn, for that tasty ice cream,
A friend so sweet, when eaten,
But a no, mom would scream,
Stay away, or you'll be beaten.

A call, I'll still give to thee,
Oh my sweet tasty ice cream,
Though far away you may be,
A hope I still have, of you being with me.

❤️💞Ice cream 💞❤️

© agwunobi Sophia