Olfactory Journeys

How amazing that The merest scent Wafting through the air Can transport Through time and space To places remembered, And allow For the re-creation Of poignant moments. The smell of Fresh baked bread Takes me to my Mother’s kitchen table, Surrounded by siblings And neighbor kids All partaking in the Sacrament of this Homemade staff of life, With butter. The odor of Burning sweet grass Transports me To a darkened sky And a dirt path In the jungle of Guatemala. The fireflies hovered ‘Til I felt I walked Among the stars. Ahhh…roses, They smell like Grandma, And wood smoke Is my Grandpa. My daughter smells like Sunshine, And my son Like fresh turned Soil. My wife is vanilla. Today I added A new favorite – You, my dearest friend, are Hazelnut coffee! The smallest scent And I’m with you, Laughing and singing And knowing pure joy. If I could Combine them all Into one Scratch and Sniff, I would label it LOVE!!!