On Fridays, our grandfather takes usto the candy lady's house, even though our grandmother worries he's goingto bee the cause of our teeth rottingright out of our heads. But my grandfather just laughs,makes us open our mouthsto show the strong Irby teeth we've inherited from his side of the family.The three of us stand there, our mouths open wide,strong white teeth inside, and my grandmother has to nod, has to say,they're lucky before sending us on our way.The candy lady's small living room is filledwith shelves and shelves of chocolate bars,and gumdrops, Good Plenty and jujubes,Moon Pies and Necco Wafers,lollipops and long red licorice strings.So much candy that it's hard to chooseuntil our grandfather says,get what you want but I'm getting myself some ice cream.Then the candy lady, who is gray-hairedand never smiles, disappearsinto another room and returns a few minutes laterwith a waffle cone, pale yellowlemon-chiffon ice cream dripping from it.Outside, even this late in the afternoon,the sun beating downand the idea of lemon-chiffon ice cream cooling us,
The candy lady
even few a few minutes,makes us all start saying at once-Me, too,daddy.Me, too, Daddy. Me, too.The walk home from the candy lady's houseis a quiet oneexcept for the sound of melting ice creambeing slurped upfast, before it slides past our wrist, on down our arms ontothe hot, dry road.
This poem was important to me because when my brother and I were younger my grandma would take us to get ice cream. When she would take us there we would always get a lot of ice cream with toppings. We would also spend a long time just to buy the same thing like Jaqueline an d her siblings would do. She would take us at least once every other week. Therefore this makes me feel like I can connect to her in a way because she has a lot of memories with her grandparents and so do I. Also for her going there was something special we did with our grandma like it was something special Jaqueline and her siblings would do with their grandpa.