AROMA MEMORIES:

As my memory runs away with my days & into unknown years,

As my words hide, my speech sleeps & past images swim & blurs,

And my forgetful desires on horizon´s sunsets, ebbs, goes & wanes,

My Senses drift away on the past, recollection just laughs & feigns.

Walking down memory´s avenue of ground coffee freshly brewed,

To the autumn leafed bench, where long ago I was so gently wooed,

I´m smelling the scents of my bridal bouquet, of jasmine, fern & rose,

I´m breathing in your nape & your soft hair, tickling my quivering nose.

I still smell that small talcum-soft babe, so sweet & peacefully at rest,

And that milky, musky aroma, dripping from small lip & from my breast,

That cake, that bread, that floury & messily, together we baked & made,

Eaten warm & yeasty smelling, baked with love & brown eggs freshly laid.

Autumn leaves raked, wind blowing to heaven newly mown green grass,

The first dust-blasting raindrops, pitter-pattering upon cosy window glass,

That new-born smell of your very first & very endearing, fluffy wee pup,

In times of stress, of peppermint tea, served in the best bone china cup.

Memories float in & out, drifting on waves of aromas, scents & perfumes,

Lost & fading upon reminiscence & ebbing away with clouds & old moons,

Today I smell of old sepia lace & lavender, I am now merely an old gran,

The years have flown by & chased by days, swiftly on aromas they ran.