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Author: mimi
ASL Info:    30/f/ny
Elite Ratio:    3.66 - 597 /390 /111
Words: 75
Class/Type: Poetry /Nostalgia
Total Views: 615
Average Vote:    4.0000
Bytes: 509



I will always
remember the scent of
cinnamon and flowers
as she greets me everyday.
Lilacs in the spring
Pinecones in winter
and always cinnamon in the

As the snow drifts down
like the memory of my dreams,
I am overwhelmed with the
need to bake.
For I have traveled too
many miles
far from the smiles
that welcome me
with the scent
of cinnamon and flowers.

Submitted on 2006-04-20 12:49:00     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Reminds me of a grandmother. Going to a house in the country, sweetpeas on the vase in the middle of the kitchen table. Cookies and chocolate and things that spoil your dinner, and all the while, your enjoying it and completely unaware that one day it may be gone.
This kind of nostalgia is sad! It ends with the worry that the character is going to forget. But its written down now! Words hold so much meaning, and a person can live on through words of a poem or story.
The only suggestion I have is maybe making it a bit longer! Perhaps another stanza or something of the sort.
Good work and good luck!
| Posted on 2006-04-23 00:00:00 | by andrya | [ Reply to This ]
  Just an awesome piece. I'm not sure who this is about, but it reads so well and makes me think of my wife and grandmom (mom wasn't a baker). Sharon can't really cook any more (she has a chornic illness) but this really brought that to life for me. Only minor change I would suggest is eliminate 'the' in line 6. A fave.


| Posted on 2006-04-23 00:00:00 | by joeyalphabet | [ Reply to This ]
  "This poem made me think of my grandmother who always had something in the oven. She made lots of apple pies and the cinnamon aroma was all through the house. Mr grandad grew the apples in the backyard where he had several trees as well as a large bed of roses. Grandma would place several roses in a large vase on the kitchen table. Their house always smelt great. I agree with the last comment regarding the word 'the ' in line 6.---Keep up the good work----Mugs---
| Posted on 2006-07-15 00:00:00 | by mugsy | [ Reply to This ]

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