This is the first poem in a 4-part series on the concept of AROMAS… and how scents can trigger old things. Good things, bad things, Great Things.
Aqua Velva and Old Spice under the Christmas tree
Even to this day
I think of you when I
smell them
And the short season of my life
when you were the most
precious aroma to me
I remember burying my face
in your neck
your Devil Dog haircut
pricked and prickled
and I didn’t care
little arms wrapped around
Hope
Larger than Life
Humor and Strength…
falling asleep
on Daddy’s chest
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