Sweet Things

Sweet Things Aunt Candy was the candy lady and her name fit just fine. She made mountains of chocolates, every kind. Whip whistles that popped, crunchy things that dropped, In your mouth, from a spoon, you sang a tune. White chocolate, like snow. Out-lining the holidays with winter fun. Dark chocolate, mysterious and romantic, only for the older crowd, the daring “do’s”, the lovers of life. Milk so sweet, and fun to eat. Shaped… and draped… on a cake… Foolish children eat and eat, they can not see their feet. Smiles on their faces that make you laugh. My memories must be strong, as now she is…gone. It is up to me to carry on. A bag of chocolate and a melting pot, that is a good beginning… to hit the spot.