GRANDMA’S CANDY JAR

 

Here sits my mom’s candy jar~

All glass~

With a rounded dome at the top~

Here lies my memory of my own~

 Grandma’s Candy Jar~

 From when I was a small child~

 No more than four at most.

 

Both similar in see thru appearance~

Both waiting for a grandchild’s~

 Wide eye astonishment…

 

My mom’s jar filled now with~

 White striped red and green peppermints~

 Wrapped in clear cellophane~

Only a quarter the way filled~

From hands already having~

 Scoffed off the top pieces clean.

 

I remember my Grandma’s~

 Container differently~

As I enter grandma’s home~

 Always smelling of fresh baked bread ~

The best of breads that never were~

 Ever made again.

 

I remember wandering into a living room~

Seeing doilies every where~

Some on the backs and arms of chairs~

Than there was not an end table~

 They left bare…

 

One particular end table~

 Fancied my eye~

Sitting in front of the window’s

 Lace sunny sky~

 

What made my eyes glimmer was not~

 The table itself~

But a shinny glass jar~

 Upon its shelf~

 

This jar stood out like~

 None could compare~

This buffed carafe held gems to~

 My sight fair~

 

On tip toes~

My little nose pointed~

 Up high~

 To see the colors of~

 The candy inside~

 

I would stare and stare~

 Till my mouth watered~

Almost counting the~

 Round charms inside~

Wishing they were offered.

 

I recall which kind~

 They always were~

I can see them now~

 Like a child I stood~

 

There were only two colors~

Yet what a combination they made~

Pink and white pretty as the~

 Lace that sat beneath laid.

 

I could almost smell with~

 My button nose~

The fragrance of mint from~

 That beautiful jar~

 

I stared at it hard~

As if pleading for it~

To open automatically~

Where it sat.

 

I willed it to empty its contents~

 To my yearning mouth~

I imagined the pleasure that~

 Would be divine with out a doubt.

 

Without my concentration broke~

Someone noticed where I was about~

My mom would say “now don’t you touch”~

As a begging gesture came from~

 My pleading eyes and opened mouth.

 

Moms words were firm~

“Teaching I suppose”~

When she said “only~

 Grandma knows”.

 

Which gave me the cue~

 To ask Grandma~

 “Pretty please?”

 

Grandma was kind~

She hurried right over~

 In her freshly white polished shoes~

She took off the lid and held the jar for me~

I grabbed as much as my little hand could fetch~

As a few fell back into the jar probably for the best~

 

Than next I was prompted by mom~

Giving me the look~

So I said “thank you”

 Before I steeled away~

 To some private nook.

 

In the corner aside of the couch~

 I emptied my stash on a special stool~

 That sat a few inches high “just right”

 For a lad or a lass to eat a prize.

 

My grasp opened and out fell my presents~

Tumbling~

 Some stopping just before the edge~

As my beady eyes~

 And tiny hands stopped them to rest.

 

The fragrance became stronger~

Of peppermint and spearmint~

It was an excited delight~

 As I took the first bite.

 

Here sits my mom’s candy jar~

All glass~

With a rounded dome at the top~

Here lies my memory of my own~

 Grandma’s Candy Jar~

 From when I was a small child~

 No more than four at most.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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Lisa Luv 6 years ago from Conneticut, USA Author

Hi Everyone! I hope you enjoied this memory of mine?

This is a little poem story I hope that makes you think back in your childhood to a special place maybe for a special treat. I wish you would share your story here with me also...I would love to hear your treasured memories. Blessings to all!


SusieQ42 5 years ago

I love this poem! You are a pro at writing poems, clear and authentic and wonderfully written. I love your memories of grandmas doilies and candy jars and especially of the smell of homemade bread. Blessings to you~


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Lisa Luv 4 years ago from Conneticut, USA Author

SusieQ42 So sorry for the late response.....Thank You so much for your kind comment... Blessings...


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Lisa Luv 4 years ago from Conneticut, USA Author

SusieQ42 So sorry for the late response.....Thank You so much for your kind comment... Blessings...

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