Surrounded by the Potency of Comfort
There is a certain smell of comfort
Sunday afternoons
The smell penetrates
Thoughts and feelings loom
Serenity lies there
While aproned ladies stir
The smell makes an impression
As the thoughts blur
Ageless is the smell
As its passed on
Security is its lesson
From generation to generation
The potency is offensive to some
To me- never
The smell of garlic
Brings lasting memories- forever.
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