My wife shared with me new candles
votives to replace those used up
Suddenly
I was six, maybe eight
certainly no older than that
for an instant, a sure moment,
I knew the smells of a place
long ago, when I was a child
My aunt’s bathroom,
on top of the bowl
an old tea saucer,
with a floral pattern gilding the edge
clutching round rose scented balls of hand soap
which were never used
An aerosol can of strawberry scent
too close to my hands
nearby, next to the show hand towels
waiting, calling me,
hearing her bark from the kitchen
when I answered its call
July 13, 2006 14:07
(Raymond A. Foss)
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