Candy For All

Mama always had them ready, goody bags--one hundred twenty-- covering our kitchen table. She'd make sure all kids got plenty. Up our gravel driveway, squealing costumed kids came in a flurry. "Trick or treat" earned them their candy. To the next house, off they'd hurry. As the night progressed, though wee ones ceased to come, Mom still gave candy. Tall, masked ghouls with manly voices asked, and Mom obliged them grandly.