Homes sweet spell

Home is where the spell begins

Memories made memories saved

        moms pie coaxing dad       hey come smell this

Lived but left when life and 18 met.

                                               New closets lack those familiar scents 
moth balls odor with dryer sheets stuck in every vent

Half folded clothes still warm                    every now and then no rain towels blowing in the wind

Smells and tales        in memories glimpse of a home          

 we left no none unturned      any and all stones             forts built vast for me and sis to rule and roam

This was our castle when mom and dad still sat the throne

A yard that tracks our trails
all the way to that faded barn shaped box that housed our mail

With a latch that slacks we block the gate with a rock or the dogs old bone

  our very first home sweet home

                      Mom and dad are gone so the house had to sell

I now carry home with me    in a memory                   of Homes spell capturing homes smells.