The Icy
by
Roger Crique
(Age: 52)
copyright 06-22-2005
Age Rating: 7 to 127
I wanted an icy.
My mother said, “Fine.”
She asked me for some,
I started to whine.
She took it from me and gobbled it up.
Her face was content; as she started to lop.
“Would you like another?”
She asked the next day,
By now you can bet, I knew what to say!
“Here, Mommy! You can have some,”
was my giddy reply!
Now my icy, for sure,
She could not deny!
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Sharing is not a natural reaction, be it an 'icy', our friends, our thoughts, our feelings, our love or almost anything we feel is 'ours'. It is something that is taught....for some it is easier to learn than for others...While the poem is almost whimsical in the writing, it is a very pithy little piece of childhood psychology.