'funny, still smell you'

'funny, still smell you'                        timothy r gates,6/02/2015

hate the smell of cigarettes,
especially nasty ash trays.
then a swirl of filterless smoke passes by,
this i remember, Mother.
walking into Grandma's apartment,
that 'old people's' aroma grabbed the senses -
wonder if Mary noticed this about her mother,
Anna.
funny, still smell you:
paints, poetry, tattooed interpretations
elaborate tapestries of memory
fantasy and epiphanies in minimalism
amplified words, sitting with those heard within,
recalling such things, damn,
my toes just curled,
Amorous. 

 

Memory is always present,                            trg,5/23/2015
why those here, and gone
share the same space.
Love known is love lived.
What matters is before our face,
"Love the one you're with,"
these give the next moment's memory. 
Eternity is longed for by some,
I know it now,
no phantoms of lore, or more,
rather our walking hand in hand -
today.
Children, grandchildren
Wives, husbands
Friends, partners
Parents, grandparents -
Thank you.