Fourth grade mimic,
knee socks rolled down to puffy anklets
like sophisticated high school girls.
Three nickels clink and plunk,
bus fare to my Saturday dream.
Past Neisner’s Five and Dime
where the mynah bird sqwaks at little fingers,
guards balls and jacks in the wooden cubby.
One aisle over from ladies cotton underpants.
Past Durkin and Durkins, that grown-up place
where daddy buys one suit, every other year.
And there it is, bakery supreme.
Plastic number thirty-four, I wait and wait.
One chocolate éclair please.
Deep, yellow, cold, smooth custard
slathered between puffy sweet dough,
cut in uneven halves. Lips first lick
dark chocolate swirled on top.
Nothing ever tasted so good,
standing on linoleum floor
in black and white saddle shoes,
knee socks rolled down.
Photo Credit: Daniel West. Day 3 Winter Poetry Challenge: Write about a candy or something sweet that you loved as a child.
lillian the home poet 
you can feel the anticipation, taste the eclair! A sweet offering for a nostalgic Thursday or is that throwback Thursday? Either works in this case since it’s a peak at times gone by.
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Never thought about it being for throwback Thursday. Wonder how that terminology ever came about?
So glad you liked it. I had a trip down memory lane with this one. My bus driver’s name was Mr Hook…funny the details you remember after fifty-plus years!
Happy Friday, Melinda!
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Happy Friday! I have no idea how throwback Thursday came about but it’s everywhere and you’re piece is perfect for it.
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Ooooh….you making me hungry 😉 😉
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They are so yummy in my 4th grade memory that none other has ever compared! 🙃
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You have a vivid memory…wish I had same.
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We all have imagination….you too! 🙂
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