Smelling Memories

February 18, 2011


Laughed with tears today.

At the smell of a rose.

Remembering.

Aged eight.

My grandmother.

Cutting weekend flowers.

In my grandfather’s rose garden.

Memories long forgotten.

Evoked by a single sense. 

A gift.

Not always appreciated.

But today.

My grandparents brushed by.

With the smell of a rose.

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