An ice cream memory

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