Poet's Platform Column | 15 Feb 07 by Janet Nesler | The Scioto Voice | Wheelersburg, Ohio

SCENT OF TIME ~-/ He loved the way she smelled All sweet and sticky She was daddy’s little girl Her favorite place Was in his arms He would be there soon She had to get ready She put on the scent he loved He said it was a sexy smell Her favorite place was in his arms She exchanged her sexy smell For one of baby powder and lotion He told her it made him love her more She and her daughter found their place In his arms Once more they had time for each other Her sexy smell was back He fell in love All over again She belonged in his arms Now alone She exchanged her sexy smell For one of comfort One that offered relief from pain She missed being in his arms Her grandkids say Grandma smells of cookies, hot chocolate and Moth balls! Moth balls are a grandma smell They liked being in her arms The funeral was a big one Stories abound Many talked of smells and memories Her smells spoke of love, comfort and home Her arms enfolded them still He was true to his word He was taking her home He smiled and Told her he loved her Once again she was happy In his arms Judith Cheek Wheelersburg Haiku I find I need you Like the forest needs the rain When will these droughts end Haiku Feathers in my heart Softer than a butterfly Every time you smile Margi Russell Portsmouth   Haiku Love can bloom for years With the right care as it grows Kindness the forefront Haiku Love is a strong word That fastens to the heart strings Must pull the right ones Maybell Criswell South Point, OH