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Those Simple Things
The smell of freshly turned earth in the spring,
A baby's milk-breath coos,
Fireflies flickering in the summer eve,
And simply the thought of you,
Taking hot rolls from the oven, and "AH-h-h-h!"
The aroma that floods senses through,
A long soaking bath, a walk in the rain,
And getting a glimpse of you,
Fresh mown grass and the smell bursting forth,
When the mower makes the first round or two,
Homemade ice cream on a blistering day,
Then sharing a dish with you,
Watching the wren coax her babies to fly,
Making a wish that comes true,
Holding his hand as my son learns to walk,
Getting a phone call from you.
Writing a sonnet with meter exact,
Surprises from out of the blue,
A double-yoked egg, the first jonquil blooms,
Warm hugs that come from just you...
I've never been bold or in chase of pure gold.
Desires in my list are a few...
Rest when I'm weary will be quite enough
If I also have you, you, you!
I lost my sense of smell in a car accident 9 years ago and as I read this poem I actually smelled fresh baking bread!!! Thank you!!! It lasted the whole way through as I read, gone now, but it was magic while it lasted... I love it!