Aromatic Garden
Memories flood my mind with glee
sweet aromatic smell of fresh cut grass
reminds me of childhood young and free,
father a young man, my mother sweet lass,
we would sit on our lawn lemonade in glass,
mother and father sitting in their deck chairs
I’m perched on his knee, relaxed by strong smell
of brylcreem from his long thick raven black hair
which complimented fresh cut grass so well
nasal delights, feel safe protected, wrongs dispel,
those summer days in our garden of loveliness
perfume filled the air from old English rose
content, totally relaxed by warmth and stillness
now our garden all tidy, mother and father doze
in shade provided by fragrant weeping willows.
3/15/2018
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2018
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