if he never came back
there would be hundreds of sad little boys and girls
crying out for waffle cones
stamping their feet in the street for gooey caramel swirl
there would be some kind of uprise in the making
and tears overflowing for vanilla and chocolate single cups
and push pops alike-
and we would all rue the day
if the ice cream man ever went away.
Yes, that would be a sad day for children…at heart. Very sadly sweet poem. 🙂
Well-chosen image for childhood memories unfolding in a poem. Who doesn’t feel the jittering in their feet or the jingle in their ears at just the words, “ice cream man”?
Nostalgic. Are they still scooping into cones somewhere? Everhything now is wrapped up tight.