White Chocolate, Please

I used to dream of candy stores,
lemon drops for free.
Colorful sugar spores,
sprouting sweets for me.

Once a year, Grandmother
would get me all to herself.
Then, against the wishes of my mother-
We'd choose candy from the shelf,

of a true candy store.
All I could imagine--
white chocolate and more
to fuel, my child's engine!

No wonder, they still haunt my dreams-
chocolate covered caramels and creams.