Home Sweet Home

 

There's nothing like the aroma 

of camphor in the draws,

 sandalwood burning on a fire 

and freshly hewn boards.

And then of course there's the Lilac 

how it's fragrance fills the air  

and the Lilly of the Valley, 

again I am taken back there.

The pungent smell of the garden 

 as my skirt brushes by on it's leaves 

as I make my way to find comfort

under the big Oak Tree.

There as I sit in the garden 

taking in it's many delights 

I ponder on the question 

" What's for supper tonight ? "

Something rich and hearty, 

the boys enjoy a good stew 

served with home grown veggies

followed by a drop of the brew.

Memories  again softly stirring , 

emotions no longer denied as

 once again I am reminded

of another  life of mine.

 

amb