An ounce or two of Heaven

I Should like to buy a perfume,
Nothing fancy, something plain-
I had in mind the scent
Of city street washed clean with rain;
Or, possibly, the fragrance
Of a baby freshly tubbed;
or the spicy, heady odor
Of green mint leaves crushed and rubbed;
Do you have that grand aroma
Found in fresh-baked home-made bread?
Or the luxury-laden fragrance
Of clean sheets upon a bed?
How about the smell of bacon,
Crisp and brown and sizzling good?
Or the dreamy, smoky odor
Of a fire in the wood?
Perhaps you have the crispy
Smell of autumn in the air,
Or that more seductive fragrance
Of a spring day, soft and rare-
I should like to buy a perfume,
Any simple scent will do-
Just an ounce or two of Heaven
Made up in an earthly brew.

Helen Lowrie Marshall

I found this lovely poem in an old book

mom gave grama Lundgren. I like this one particularly, because

I can't smell anymore, but I love to remember what things smell like and the feelings those

scents evoke.