A Book From My Childhood
A Trixie Belden Mystery Novel!
lost in the bowels of the closet
Opened the missive slowly.
Felt like coming home
Smell you can get nowhere else
From nothing else
Wafted into my nostrils.
The smell of an old friend,
A book from my childhood
It is not found in any sprays or candles.
Cannot be duplicated, replicated or even hinted at.
The smell of an old, familiar, wonderful childhood book.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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