Forty years rolled back the curtain; Standing at a fragrant door I'm a child, with bright hopes laden Lush with love and life once more. Forty years, the days unravel Softly, evenly as though I were gazing in a doorway Where I stood long, long ago. Just a simple fragrance brought me Back, where all my dreams belong Just a fragrance, and my heart found Laughter I had lost so long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD'S BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE |