Ice cream soft and slowly thawing in the hands of parents dear
Caleb scooting, ever drawing slowly, oh so deftly, near
Vanilla, cool and most delicious, in a crisp dark chocolate shell
Oh, how Caleb fiercely wishes that he had the words to tell
But the sharp central incisor peeking through his lower gums
Makes his mother much the wiser as she feels her bitten thumb
Now he looks up, gently pleading, begging her to know the truth,
Wanting, no--make that needing--one bite to sooth his aching tooth
And in a move quite impromptu, she holds it out, but not too far,
Amazed at what her son would do for one bite of a Klondike bar.
Caleb scooting, ever drawing slowly, oh so deftly, near
Vanilla, cool and most delicious, in a crisp dark chocolate shell
Oh, how Caleb fiercely wishes that he had the words to tell
But the sharp central incisor peeking through his lower gums
Makes his mother much the wiser as she feels her bitten thumb
Now he looks up, gently pleading, begging her to know the truth,
Wanting, no--make that needing--one bite to sooth his aching tooth
And in a move quite impromptu, she holds it out, but not too far,
Amazed at what her son would do for one bite of a Klondike bar.
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