My nose has always guided me <br />Across the roadmap of my world <br />From long ago when I remember <br />The bliss of my cream viella nightie <br /> <br />An ever cautious child, I used to <br />Open the book of each sandwich <br />And sniff its contents rabbit-like <br />Before trusting it to my tongue <br /> <br />And after dreams of bogeymen <br />The smell of mum beside the bed <br />Stroking my hair with wrinkled hands <br />Would always settle me softly <br /> <br />Bumping in the back of the old Buick <br />I would ask dad to open the window <br />To catch the seductive smell of creosote <br />When the men were tarring the road <br /> <br />And winter roast on Sunday morn <br />From slow combustion stove <br />With gravy brown and garlic lamb <br />Was always such an incentive to get out of bed! <br /> <br />Summer smells of rain on dust <br />And fresh baked crusty bread <br />And homegrown roses velvet dark <br />that filled the house with blackberry jam <br /> <br />And now though sense of smell is less acute <br />I hold your face between my hands <br />And let the powerful pheromones of you <br />Carry me to heaven and beyond<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/olfactory-memories/
