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.