Vanilla ice cream melting in his hand,
weakened by the ray of light that shined through the weary windowsill.
Sweet droplets reached for the edge of the gripping hand.
His intuitive mother came to bring calm, as she dried the slippery drips
He realised that the world was not that bad.
Years went by and the man and the ice cream had another chance at life.
But not the helping hand.
Seeing the sweet liquid spreading in the ground
The man missed the helping hand.
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