The Power of Scent.....


Ruffles of perfumed memories

transport me back in time;

white, purple and pink florets,

their fragrance so sublime.

Oh my darling Nana,

your memory remains so sweet;

you taught me about these plantings

when I followed at your feet.


Today I cannot bear to walk

past these flowers of yours;

I just have to stop and smell them

inhaling you as I pause.....

A dverse poets prompt to write a poem alluding to a past memory. I am now a grandmother myself and even after all these decades, the scent of stock immediately evokes lovely memories of the times spent with my grandparents as a child.

Here is the link: Sweet Memories

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