Momma's Uncommon Scents

It's of Moms and memories

Angels smell like cookies

My momma used to say

And rainbows smell like 

Marshmallows…and Moonbeams

New mown hay

Faeries smell a bit like cinnamon

Whilst Trolls reek of rust

And Unicorns with spiraled horns

Well…They must surely smell

Of stable dust

She’d say these things 

To me at night

With long finger posed

Longside her nose

With eyebrows arched

And knowing smile

She’d speak of 

Piglets and of toes 

She’d have me close 

My eyes real tight

Take breaths long and deep

Have me savour 

Those childhood flavours

Of  Angels and cookies

Rainbows and marshmallows

Faeries and Cinnamon

Streams of Stardust deep

Moonbeams, Unicorns

New mown hay and thistle thorns

…Til At last I’d fall fast asleep…

Author's Note

Perhaps meant mostly for children (so unless you're a bit childish you might not wish to comment)