Unforgettable
When fragrances of candles and sachets
come wafting to me as I shop, I close
my eyes a moment, think of childhood days,
and smile. I loved the sachets Mama chose
to place in drawers—lavender and rose.
Preparing grandkids’ breakfast takes me back
to lovely scents of childhood. I recall
those sausages and yummy golden stacks
of flapjacks Mama fixed. Down our short hall,
I hurried to be served. I never stalled!
written February 18, 2018, for Sara Kendrick's contest
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