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I could smell familiar aromas
Of bacon and macaroni cheese
I was getting roast chicken
Meatloaf and warm apple pie
In this heady mix I was also
Getting; burnt toast and bagels
Blackened pancakes and scones
I can also get the scent of cigars,
Cigarettes and ash on the breeze
I can actually feel al these smells
They invoke childhood memories
And a sense of feeling at home
Memories of Grandmother’s cooking
Could be good, bad or indifferent
I roll the car window right down
As I slowly approach my home
I carefully pull into the drive
I do not to get out of the car
All the smells disappear, apart
From the ones of things burnt
I look again, then that feeling
Of fear, misery and sheer panic
My home just a burnt out shell
Grandmother; a singed memory
The deep fat fryer had sealed he fate
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
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