A memory of kisses:
Kisses once bestowed on me are sweet tortures of times long gone,
Kisses given freely with love and squishy hugs
Kisses secretly shared with giggles and sweet smiles
Kisses , hugs, and giggles, such are the memories I cherish .
I wrote this about my grandmother, as I always think of her when I think of candy kisses:
When I was very little my grandmother used to give me candy kisses she had hidden in her room. It was our secret. We would sneak into her room and eat kisses and watch her soap operas, she wanted company and I was easily bribed, lol. She also kept me out of harms way when my dad was on a rampage about ~whatever~. These are the things I remember about her. She died when I was 4 years old.