The musty smell of ancient books,
greets me at the entrance.
I breathe in deeply, loving it.
Feeling soothed with memories.
Memory Smells!!!. Oh ! What a gift.
They carry us lightly , swiftly over time.
And how real they seem..... these memories.
As though we've used a Time-machine.
The heady aroma of Apple blossom.....
Suddenly l am with my mum.
I am but a child, as she kisses me
Grandma is downstairs,
And mum and dad will dance away the evening.
How vividly l see her now.
The satin dress and rustle of her petticoats
All this from one brief "Whiff"
Of Apple Blossom perfume..
With dusty books..... secure, I feel.
Safe and warm.........I find myself.
In a world where nothing can go wrong.
Where Daddy is there and always strong
Occasionally peering o'er his book
And smiling at his little girl ---- so loved.
Our sense of smell.
Just one of many gifts
We have and should
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