Ice Cream

Ice cream is delicious
in any language you name.
It transcends borders
and cultures with ease.
It would unite nations
if nations desired it.
No war was started
over ice cream. If wars
must be fought let both
sides use ice cream.
Only ice cream evokes
the same delighted smile
on the smooth bland face
of an eight month old,
an animated eight year old,
a furrowed eighty year old.

Eat ice cream in a cone,
with a dish and spoon,
on a stick, or as a bar.
Ice cream doesn’t care.
It loves you the same.