I halted at the Basil plants,
at the local store today.
One moment I was standing there,
then somewhere far away.
I was back in our small kitchen,
that basil’s with me too.
It’s so funny how the smell of it,
leads me straight to you.
The aroma of the kitchen stays,
reminds me of my youth.
Of the dishes you prepared with it,
homemade that’s the truth.
Bruschetta with ripe tomatoes,
oil with basil chopped on top.
The thick pesto, green and fragrant,
we had to eat the lot.
Sprinkled on the crispy pizzas,
dressing each and every dish.
For you to come back to the kitchen,
would be my only wish.
So I bought the aromatic plant,
and I put it up on the sill.
As I breath it in each morning,
I’ll pretend your with me still.
Response to the Daily Prompt word – Aromatic