leggings of glitter,
and smiles of song
as father and daughter hold hands
after a most joyful evening
Chocolate and vanilla, half and half,
ice-cream oozing with chocolate sauce
melts on Belgian wafer cone
as a mother guides her daughter
in a bid to prevent chocolate stained tee-shirt
in Faqma’s ice cream parlour
How can it be, that in one moment,
the musical notes floating through the air
are turned into nails and shrapnel?
And how can it be, that in one moment,
the chocolate ice-cream, trickling down the chin of a toddler,
is turned into blood and ash?