She smells her past as she enters the room
her yesterdays rush forward and upon her they loom.
A collision of sweetness, innocence, and lace
brings forgotten softness and smiles to her face.
Her bed still dressed with animals and dolls
bookshelves overstuffed – now one of them falls
As she grabs for her favorite, she tucks it aside
for a later read, through the pages she’ll glide.
She fingers her desk and the memories it keeps
diaries and loose pages, in the drawers she peeps.
Her senses are taking a journey to where
her much younger self practiced poetry there.
The top of her desk is smooth, yet etched
with handwriting of prose and the occasional sketch.
Her eyes flutter closed, she inhales her past
breathing energy and musk, as if it can last.
To bottle the scents of who we once were
our dreams still fresh, our footing still sure.
And breathe it all in when needing a lift
our answer to aging- oh, what a gift!
Inspired by the Word Press One Word Daily Prompt – Scent.