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I Smell a Memory Coming On

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I Smell a Memory Coming On

The scents I remember like hand rolled cigars
Wine cask lined cellars in musty cool basements
Chocolate miniatures nestled in bright candy dishes
Tea leaves and mint steeping in dainty china cups.

Baked goods cooling on the kitchen counter
Roast with potatoes in a rich onion broth
Lilacs and roses lined on back yard fences
Channel #5 clings to grandmother’s sweater

Scents I remember from childhood spent
Fondly reminiscing with a wistful smile
In this sterile world I live in now
What will my grandchildren remember?

No leaves burnt on a cold autumn night
No carcinogens cooked over red hot coals
No second hand smoke that will cling to your clothes
No hairspray, no tea roses, no creams or colognes

No Sundays exploring my old Aunt Ruth’s farm
No chickens or guineas; no old dusty barns
No fresh moved hay or cinnamon apple pies
Just germicide, purified,  Ionic fresh air. 

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  1. Date: 5/27/2009 8:59:00 PM
    It's sad that our "sterile world" has eliminated such memorable fragrances as those you describe in this touching, nostalgic poem. It's amazing that some people are willing to make such sacrifices in the name of progress to cleanse our air. Beautiful write, Lena! Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 5/25/2009 3:49:00 PM
    This is truly wonderful. From your childhood memories to the sterility of producing your own. Wow, i loved this poem. I felt as if i was there and seeing and smelling all those wonderful things. The end is so sorrowful. Love Christie