Scent of a Memory
Scent of a memory
16/05/2015
The old man ambled by, a scent caught my eye.
A memory long dispatched, elicited and slowly hatched.
My Pops lounge room, musty never seen a broom.
His kind warm smile... takes me back a while.
Hard man as he was, he knew my Nan was boss.
House crowded in smoke, a chewy Mentos for her throat.
Statues in their yard, of white stone so hard.
My mind is transported, sights a smells distorted.
House seems so large, with a twenty car garage.
I can smell the river, and my Nana cooking liver.
It’s like I’m there today, yet in my memory they stay.
Now long gone in time, rest at Rookwood in a shrine.
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