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Although he’s been dead 30 years or more
I still remember Granddaddy and the clothes he wore
It only takes the smallest of things
One whiff of Old Spice and the memory rings

Mom Bee’s memory is easily invoked
A vision of her bright blue eyes comes unprovoked
Her silvery hair so fluffy and soft
Comes to mind whenever scent of tea roses are aloft

My son as a babe is remembered like yesterday
His chubby legs thrashing; his giggling way
It’s that combined smell of milk and baby powder
That takes me back in time when his cries were louder.

Mother now, she’s a bit harder
It’s promotional products from Este Lauder
That bring to focus her sharp wit and dry humor
To the poor addled mind of this baby boomer.

My husband now he’s the hardest yet
Too many scents bring his memory forthwith
New car leather and burning rubber
As well as the scent of two tired lovers

The dogs are easy though more as a group
And not simply the smell of tons of dog poop
It seems that dog feet smell like corn chips
That’s the general consensus at least for Whippets

I can’t catch the tiniest whiff of Red
Without immediately thinking of Charlotte‘s blonde head
And the smell of Armani well what can I say
THAT ‘s one memory that will make my day

So what about you; don’t you agree
That when you smell certain things you can almost see
Long gone lovers and family members
People you’ve forgotten; now you can remember.

Not even a photo can so quickly bring
A person; a place; just about any thing
More quickly to mind and with greater detail
Than a mere whiff of a scent; that’s all t’will entail.

And so my dear family, lovers and friends
I hope that whenever my existence ends
You’ll think of me kindly and with sweet emotion
Anytime you might smell some Ben Gay lotion.

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