Mint chocolate chip Ice cream

at some of the hardest points in life,
whenever tears gather, ball, and roll out of your eyes,
(right through your hair tucked along your ears)
making you feel the heat of your head,
you want to stop growing up.

you want to hold and hang on to your daddy’s big, warm left palm,
asking him to buy you your favourite ice cream
– mint chocolate chip
so that you wouldn’t have to deal with the cashier
so that you wouldn’t have to ask for extra tissues
so that you wouldn’t have to care about ‘anything’ else
but,

solely and soulfully enjoy your ice cream,
– inhaling the mint,
– biting the little chocolate chips,
– letting the chocolate bits get stuck in your half-grown molars,digging them out with your tongue,
– ‘n let them melt with mint cream – again,
just like back when you were nine.

don’t you?