Poetry Prompt Challenge Book

The smell of childhood

mud pies and lilacs
the scent of may and mother's day
I remember making mud pies and picking lilacs
The smells remain with me still
mud tainted with the slight whiff of dog poo
lilacs sweet beyond measure
it was the smell of home and love

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Week # 47

Write a poem about a familiar scent.

No line count or form requirements.