Scent of pine
curled through the room
as embers listlessly teased
what was left
of that once fiery furnace.
I was nudged out of my
hypnotic reverie
by a fresh mix of aromas,
the sweetest and most pungent
was the cinnamon
emanating from the oven.
Apple, cloves and cinnamon
all intermingled,
yet when her smile
enveloped me,
it was the cinnamon I inhaled;
a young girls miracle.
Sticks of this spicy plant
hung from hooks,
interlaced with fresh lavender,
gifting my home
with a myriad of reminders.
Yet her cinnamon smile
is the one I remember
with such clarity.
It will always remind me of her.
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