Italian Ices

A friend in the hospital
Made a request
When the topic of
What I could bring was addressed.

Just a few blocks away
There’s a stand that sells ices,
Both water and crème-style;
Each flavor entices.

The weather was hot
And it started to rain
But I made it to Ralph’s;
I’d not visit in vain.

With two scoops in the dish
That my friend likes to get,
I walked quickly so they
Wouldn’t melt or get wet.

Though the bag fell apart,
I accomplished my goal
As my friend ate the ices
I hoped would console.

Such a small thing for me,
The most easy of chores
But a mountain for someone
Who’s stranded indoors.