Ice Cream Truck

an ice cream truck pulls up at the block

and kids have gathered with their demands

to ask the guy who sells the 'cold sweet thing'

to give them one to cool off in the afternoon

my mother would take us there

along with my sister who was fighting me before

to make us forget our stupid conversation

and peacefully enjoy the summer vacations

Written on- June 6, 2026; 4:48pm.

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". As mentioned in the description of this poetry series, this poem takes up a little memory from childhood to paint that summer afternoon feeling.