Dad picked me up and we walked
to the store.
He always picked up candy and he
asked if I wanted more.

Dad would put me down to let
me wonder through the isles.
I traveled through a wonderland
of candy in piles.

Long round sticks holding big
round swirling lollipops.
Dad would ask me with a smile
to grab some candy drops.

Those are good sweet sugar coated
memories of what my dad and I did.
He kept the candy coming even when
mom said its too much for the kid.