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Childhood memories…
He liked Neapolitan.
Chocolate, Vanilla and Strawberry
lined up in orderly rows.
It wasn’t often he was there,
with two jobs —
bingo, and then the bar.
Once we waited up
legs crossed, hushed game pieces
claiming worn kitchen linoleum squares
He found us sitting,
shining eyes, footed jammies
and grabbed three ice cream bowls.
I went shopping the other day
and stood a moment near the frozen foods
thinking of Neapolitan in its orderly rows.
very beautiful and moving
thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Oh I love this! It just oozes childhood memories of cosy days when everything was rosy.
Beautiful
Christine
Thanks Christine – what a warm comforter trust is.
I thought this was very sweet 🙂
thanks — funny how little things like a brand of ice-cream can trigger memories.
Nice to read and yes the flavors of younger days remain good memories!
thanks for sharing your thoughts. Appreciate it.
I still love my ice cream 🙂
me too. And, the strawberry flavor is much improved from the days of my youth!
lovely to keep memorable experience in poetry such as this~ Thank you always ~Deborah
thanks — kids find hope in the most unusual of places. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Well done, my friend. You evoked memories of my own while allowing me to experience some of yours.
I especially liked the last tline.
Russ
thanks Russ — I am glad you liked it.
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