“Nothing is more memorable than a smell.
Hit a tripwire of smell, and memories explode all at once.”
Diane Ackerman
Springtime had now finally arrived in the Midwest
My heart and soul were now filled with great cheer
As I rummaged around for spring cleaning supplies
I found an old box of detergent I hadn’t seen in years
I grabbed a pail a scouring brush and this detergent
And went out back to clean my patio barbeque grill
As I absentmindedly poured water and soap into the bucket
A sudden sense of smell suddenly gave me quite a thrill
I was somehow magically transported back 50 plus years
To a tiny green backyard in the big city of my childhood
And I was now splashing about in our tiny metal kiddy pool
As I recalled how that long ago afternoon had felt so good
That’s when it slowly and eventually occurred to me
That my grandmother had always used this soap brand
And unbelievably there she was now lovingly beaming down at me
As I giggled and played on that long ago day that had been grand
Soon grandma began handing me a gigantic lilac scented towel
Tantalizing homemade sugar cookies and a glass of frosty lemonade
And right this very minute my faithful old yellow dog Tiger and I
Were romping joyfully under that old pine scented tree in the shade
Suddenly I could even smell old Tiger’s long damp fur
And the fresh flower buds that grandma was carefully tending
What a remarkable gift this old detergent had just given me
What an incredible array of sights and smells it was sending
As I delightfully watched and smelled this entire childhood scene
Which was now running like an old home movie in my mind’s eye
I found myself recalling all sorts of wonderful childhood memories
And soon several small tears of joyous remembrances did I cry
I once again picked up this old box of cleaning detergent
And proudly placed it on my home’s nostalgic memento shelf
Knowing now that whenever I want to fondly think of those days
I can simply sniff this old soap – which is truly a part of ‘my self’
I never realized this extremely old detergent was in my home
And it seems that I often receive incredible gifts from my past
I always wonder if my grandmother is still sending them to me
And I truly hope deep in my heart and soul that they’ll last
©2005, Ed Kostro