I may be small, but hold so much, a face, a memory, a loving touch.

I have a back, but I cannot stand. I hold heavy weight, but have no hands. I hold stories of history, fiction, and crime, Just standing against the wall all of the time.

Can be chewy or crunchy or hard Or chocolate, caramel or gooey Made out of sugar, sour or sweet Ask any kid for their favorite treat

Cold-hearted sculptor, shaping with transparent elegance, I crack under pressure and melt in warmth.

There’s never enough of me in your closet.