Flowers in a meadow
bring sweet perfumes to the air.
Just as chocolate does to a dinner party
and antiseptic to an operating room.
A certain smell will take you back to when you were young
But never able to express it to another.
Wishing you could bottle it
Preserve the memory.
Keeping it fresh in your mind
as a time machine to your past.
Laying next to your sleeping dog, take a whiff.
Coffee brewing in the morning
and cooking dinner in the evening.
Soak up the memories of these aromas.
- Author: M.E.M. ( Offline)
- Published: July 13th, 2023 08:57
- Comment from author about the poem: Poem 4/5 of my SENSES series. Feedback/comments are appreciated. Created: 6/9/23
- Category: Unclassified
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