Heaven Scent

On every Sunday, throughout my childhood, To Nana's and to Grampa's, by the shore ... Oh, nothing else has ever smelled as good As what would greet us, just inside the door - The mix of wondrous essences, galore! In the oven, always something baking ... Our dinner simmered on the stove, as well, Grampa's cherry pipe tobacco making A strangely-sweet and captivating smell, That cast my senses with a luring spell. So many things affect us in this life, And most of our sensations go away ... It's been four decades of adventures, rife - Most memories are brief, or gone astray, Yet I can smell that house ... until this day. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Any Rhyme Form - An Early Childhood Memory" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "The Scent Of Baking Bread, The Scent Of Clean Sheets Fresh Off The Clothesline" Poetry Contest, Sara Kendrick, Sponsor.