Grandma's Candle Shop

• Georgia Suttie, Grade 7, Somerville House
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

I step on through the door,
And hear the wind chime's song.
The tatty rug beneath my feet,
And yet I creep along.
Grandma's candles,
They smell like bliss.
I can almost hear her sing-song voice,
Her crusty, puckered kiss.
I smell, I smell,
Lavender and Lemongrass,
Sandalwood and Coconut,
Vanilla tops the class.
Now Grandma's gone.
The candles, too.
Now it's just an empty room.