This delectable bowl of ice cream,
was served to me fifty years ago,
brought me the painful realization
that lying is painful,
and speaking the truth can also hurt,
that seven lies followed one lie,
to support it and to make it seem true,
that consequences are given to you,
by grown-ups who know these things,
like the importance of telling the truth.
I had money in my pocket,
Alan knew the place to spend it,
he ordered two bowls of pistachio ice cream,
reposing on a bed of transparent noodles,
graced with rose syrup and basil seeds,
spoonfuls of delight lit up my soul,
in that moment I found pure delight,
my one forever, insatiable, sin in a bowl,
when I got home Dad asked for the money,
he was angry and I lied I lost it, and then
I learnt, truth hurts and lying hurts more.
This is the one thing I love and must have when I visit this ice cream shop that was near my school.
Write a poem for contest Nostalgia – RadiantShadow
Your prompt is simple! Write a poem about a memory you have that you wish to share with us. Can be any type of memory, I give points to those who use great imagery in their poems.
Poem MUST be between 5-20 lines.
No funny characters
Mark appropriately as adult if needed.
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