Sometimes I get just a sniff
A whiff of a memory
A time or a place
Of people
A Face
I might be reminded
Of a moment gone by
By a song
Or a sound
Just the feeling around
It might be the taste
Of some food or a wine
Hearing distant laughter
Or a car going by
It could be a picture
Or the tone of a voice
Like a cool gentle breeze
And my eyes become moist
Sometimes just a sniff
A whiff of a day
Is all that I need
And I feel OK
For today are the memories
I’ll have tomorrow
There’ll be more joy
And a lot less sorrow
A sniff of the days
That have long since past
Will always be there
And will last
And so if I seem
A little displaced
When my eyes have glazed over
And I stare into space
It’s not that I’m sad
Or thinking “What if”?
I really am fine
It’s just a sniff.
Scarborough Gypsy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-sniff/
