Memories: Mr. Softee
It's early in the day,
But the sun has risen already.
People are going to beaches and vacations.
A season to stay outdoors
And enjoy the rays,
Or even some showers.
Schools are closed, but some attend for the summer.
Season of half-nakedness and air conditioned homes.
Season of Mr. Softee, neighborhood ice cream vendor.
The white mobile slowly passes
Into streets like a celebrity.
Kids of every hue as well as adults
Lining up for ice cream!
How would anyone know that Mr. Softee was in town
If it wasn't for that familiar jingle
mixed with engine sound.
He's like a father coming home from work or a distant trip.
The throng coming from every where like happy children
Running to daddy,
who finally comes home.
How they love Mr. Softee,
And don't mind trading Abrahams and Washingtons,
Especially in mid-summer seasons.