Playing Candyland in the Candy House
One would think it was a Hansel and Gretal dream, if theirs hadn’t
ended for the worse;
The “healthy stuff” were fig newtons and graham crackers
the large molasses cookies with sprinkled sugar on top
came after spaghetti dinners
Grandpa’s den always had ribbon candy around for months
stuck in clumps
there were jellybeans, he would take the forgone black ones
the red gumdrops were deceptive, that too had the taste of licorice
One year he bought cases of Necco wafers excited they were
still made, or rather unearthed from somewhere
Ice cream came after roast beef dinner
Grandma wouldn’t keep a slice of beef on her plate
instead she would pile up on steamed spinach
but she ended up taking so many bites of roast beef
that grandpa had a little more than half left
Vanilla ice cream topped with strawberries with a light frozen crust,
at times peaches and crème,
Grandma would always tell her childhood story of sticking her
finger in the jello that was supposed to be served after supper
needless to say she was still scarred because she went without.
Then there’s the famous chocolate pudding story when my mom
helped herself to my bowl that sat unclaimed the fridge.
Issues, I was left with issues, I’d say to this day.
So many of my issues revolve around memories like these; times shared with once-loved ones. Playing games, listening to music, and the occasional just being in each others’ presence with food–always food–involved. Who knew then those simple treats (double entendre intended) would leave such a bitter taste now?