An intertwined link from the past to the present
A gateway to lessons learned and times forgotten
It comes in many shapes, forms, scents and smells
It may come in the blink of an eye or in quiet whisper
It is that laundry smell at your aunt and uncle's
It is that homemade birch beer your little league coach made
It is that barbecue smell you get from charcoal bricks and lighter fluid
It is that taste of hot cocoa after day of fun in the snow
An interwoven quilt of images stitched together through time
That makes us up, all depicting happy memories of times past
From the blissful years of early childhood to
The responsible years of adulthood and everything in between
It might be that field you look upon where you played soccer for the YMCA
Or the feel of sand on your feet at the beach, where you swam for years
It could be that movie you saw that reminded you of simpler times of youth
Or maybe its that poem that made you feel warm and fuzzy inside
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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