A Whatchamacallit
a rectangular chocolate candy bar,
filled with delicious goodness of peanut flavored krispies and caramel.
It’s savory and sugary combination enjoyable in each bite.
I do not purchase them often.
I do not want to spoil the specialness of this delightful delectable.
Like a special heirloom of jewelry, I minimize how often I showcase it to ration its value.
If it’s time for a road trip, the nearest gas station becomes the home to fill the tank and buy that candy.
Ignore the Twizzlers,
the Sour Patch kids,
the Kit Kats.
Purchase that Whatchamacallit.
Its name does not address its contents.
It’s just a word that could mean a lot to a lot of different people.
It’s something that I love
and something much like love.
Does love really have a clear name or definition?
To some,
it is a wonderful thingamajig,
a kind whatsit,
a hopeful whatnot,
a sincere thingamabob.
Like love, I keep it on a pedestal.
I am grateful for its presence.
It calms me when I need it.
It nourishes me in a sweet and steady way.
I always expect it to be there, and why wouldn’t it be?
It’s been there since childhood.
Perhaps one day I’ll saunter down a linoleum floored convenient store aisle, Move my eyes from left to right seeking my sweet companion to find only one. The last of its kind. The final step before its extinction. What will happen next?
I’ll grab it and cherish it.
Life taught me this moment will be fine.
Cause I fell in love one time for the last time and don’t regret not finding love again.
It’s a persevering so and so,
An adorable thingy,
An exciting hootenanny,
An everlasting whatchamacallit.
mary van milligen 
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