'Covering Up The Smell' Poem by Linda Winchell

I've noticed that we have a scent
for most every smell we make.
That bathroom scent, from natures call you've lent
now only a sweetened stink, for heaven's sake!

We dab our wrist and spray our clothes
with expensive high end designer smells.
Then walk into a room with anothers
and are thown into some, smelly hypnotic spell!

Where are the smells that I remember?
The ones of mom's fresh baked apple pie?
Or the freshness that came after a rainy day
and those breezes from sun and blue sky.

Where people smelled like fresh sun dried clothes
and our homes were scented with a rose.
Letting natures fragrance fill our homes and hair
all God given scents, that would fill our nose.

Puppy breath and that of a babies too.
The powdered smells of a new born babies skin
These are the scentable smells,
I really want and desire to be sniffing in.