Morning rendezvous
Meeting best friends for coffee—
Grace fills every cup
Daily morning breath
Coffee, you always do it—
Another cup please
Morning’s fresh muffin
Tasting sweeter with coffee—
Way over the top!
Running a quick errand for mother
Feeling twenty-five cents in my hand
Heading to the nearby little store
Milk, bread—let’s see what candy looks grand
Years ago, two bits meant feeling rich
A few coins equal twenty-five cents
Today, this sweet tooth will be in luck
Let this candy shopping now commence
Below the front counter, treasures wait
Friendly woman cashier stands and smiles
A few pennies for Sweet Tarts and more
Licorice, Smarties add to the pile
Looking to spend one final nickel
Picking through endless, tempting choices
Spying at last, a sweet Hershey bar
Overcome by sugar-filled voices
Arriving back home without delay
Pockets filled with sweetest treasure
Mother asks about the milk and bread
Two bucks unspent, plus her displeasure
Growing up in my childhood neighborhood, there was a little store just a few blocks away. My brothers and I made many a journey to the store for milk, bread, and other quick-to-find essentials for our mother. I cannot recall forgetting the milk and bread, but having a few coins in my pocket was treasure waiting to be spent on the candy found there.
The poem lists a few of the types of candy found back in the 1960s. Do you have a favorite candy from your childhood?
Originally published July, 2020.
Outlook warming up
Caffeine’s locomotive pours—
Coffee’s morning cup
Octoberfest treat
Cinnamon, ginger, and clove—
Tasting pumpkin spice
Morning’s rendezvous
Coffee’s friendship connections—
Always by the cup
Free and quiet morning
Saturday adorning
Reading God’s Holy Word
Clear thoughts, no longer blurred
Sun rises and brightens
Calmness breathes, enlightens
Workweek taking its break
Making buckwheat pancakes
Listening to new song
Beat of life moves along
One more coffee cup sings
Caffeine never hamstrings
Good vibes fueling this life
Waiting for lovely wife
Looking forward as one
Day brings plenty of fun
Watching Buckeyes’ football
Scarlet and Gray now call
Excuse our loud cheering
Assisting team’s steering
Night closing and ending
Sleep soon, not pretending
Each week’s sweetest, fun day
Always, be Saturday
Running a quick errand for mother
Feeling twenty-five cents in my hand
Heading to the nearby little store
Milk, bread—let’s see what candy looks grand
Years ago, two bits meant feeling rich
A few coins equal twenty-five cents
Today, this sweet tooth will be in luck
Let this candy shopping now commence
Below the front counter, treasures wait
Friendly woman cashier stands and smiles
A few pennies for Sweet Tarts and more
Licorice, Smarties add to the pile
Looking to spend one final nickel
Picking through endless, tempting choices
Spying at last, a sweet Hershey bar
Overcome by sugar-filled voices
Arriving back home without delay
Pockets filled with sweetest treasure
Mother asks about the milk and bread
Two bucks unspent, plus her displeasure
Growing up in my childhood neighborhood, there was a little store just a few blocks away. My brothers and I made many a journey to the store for milk, bread, and other quick-to-find essentials for our mother. I cannot recall forgetting the milk and bread, but having a few coins in my pocket was treasure waiting to be spent on the candy found there.
The poem lists a few of the types of candy found back in the 1960s. Do you have a favorite candy from your childhood?
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