This was adorable! As an adult, the prospect of having ice cream in the house can be one of the MOST exciting things. In fact, I'm nearing the end of a carton I set aside of a chocolate honey nut ice cream. It's incredible. Such a cute poem :)

"but deep down

secretly wanting to hear
little feet running joyously
towards me"

It is not about the ice cream it seems, is it? Looks like a flash back of a memory of perhaps a loss??!!! or something that must be sinister, unfortunately , reading earlier:
" with hands on head
pulling every hair strand
as if torturously massaging
my scalp "
?