I am seven years old,
On holiday with my parents.
Mother has to go shopping
Father and I have time to kill.
We go to an ice cream shop,
Order a “tutti fruiti” each.
It comes in a tall glass
With an equally long spoon.
Scoops of ice cream
Layered with strawberry jelly,
And tinned fruit;
Topped with whipped cream
Drizzled with chocolate sauce,
It seems to last forever.
How will I finish it?
When you are seven
You think good times will never end.
Written for: Nonfiction Prompt May 27
That’s exactly how kids think. A lovely memory to share
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Thank you.
Glad you liked it.
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You’re so welcome.
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That’s how I thought at seven too 🙂
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Doesn’t everyone?
Thanks for reading.
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Enjoyed your discussion of happiness as a choice.
Thanks for the nomination.
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