That Sweet Taste Of Childhood Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

That tinkling sound of the bell on the door,
At the old corner shop that's not there anymore.
Back then, it was such a thriving place,
Stocked to the rafters, for such a small space.
A favourite stop on our way to the Flicks,
For a bottle of pop and a nice Pick a Mix.
From the sweet jars placed neatly in rows on display,
So hard to decide on our treat of the day.
There were Humbugs,
Toffees and a nice Sherbert Lemon,
With a taste that would melt in the mouth,
Pure heaven!
Trays full of chocolate bars,
Laid out with prescision,
Marathon or Bounty?
Such a difficult decision.
Or maybe a gobstopper, to last me a while?
The lovely shopkeeper, would wait with a smile.
So happy we'd leave to the tinkle of bell,
That sweet taste of childhood,
I remember so well.

Jayne Davies