Family - The Melancholy Fragrances Of My Youth Poem by Paul Warren

The melancholy fragrances from my youth
In the test of time that have in my memory stood
My mother cooking her homemade pasties as they bake
My father gluing wood for his latest project he would make

The glistening sea as I ran in the bright sunshine on the beach
My father's after shave as he gets ready for work up to him I reach
Brylcream on my hair as I get ready to go out with my brothers
A new football as I touch it on a Christmas morning as the family gathers

These things as I close my eyes and breath in
They will never leave me as the memories begin.

© Paul Warren Poetry