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Hi and welcome to my blog.  Hopefully you have visited my blog to read some of my writing.  Nothing beats finding that perfect poem, phrase or story to explain how you are feeling.  Often times I am asked to write something through my group on Facebook entitled "Prompted".  This group will give me a picture or a phrase and I have to write something containing it.  The first prompt for which I wrote "The Flight" required three words, owl, lightning and pudding.  The second was my basis for "Wide Awake" Sometimes I just have a feeling and start writing and when this happens just let me be.  A combination of these writings are what I wish to convey to you, my reader.  I hope that my writing touches you in the same way it touches me as I write it because isn't that the purpose of a poem is to feel it? 

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Day 20, Tuesday. Three smells that bring back memories

Growing Up in Maryland

Have you ever had a crab steamed in Old Bay?
If I smell it now it can whisk me away,
To the days when I was just a child,
The smell is pungent and just a tad wild,

It reminds me of mother teaching me how to pick the meat,
Out of that hard shell such hard work but Oh what a treat!
The brown paper and mallets covering the tables,
Picking until your fingers are sore and you are unable,

And another smell that comes to remind me of a memory,
is the smell of honeysuckle vines growing around a tree,
As children we would wait for the vines to flower,
And climb up to the tree house and play for hours,

Smelling those flowers all around us in our play,
Made for very good memories to recall today,
And every time I remember that strong smell,
I remember my friends and the tales we would tell,

And the smell of a bakery can catapult me back,
To a time spent with father with the rest of the pack,
Eating Marshmallow donuts to our hearts delight,
That smell can take me there without even a fight,

These are the smells that remind me that I was once a kid,
Of the sights that surrounded me the things that I did,
And I wouldn't take it back for anything in the world,
These smells remind me of what it was like to be a little girl.