Brown Sugar and Cinnamon
Heaven smells like
brown sugar and cinnamon,
Don’t you think?
And if it doesn’t,
what then?
It must smell like
fresh rain, then.
Or my grandmas’s kitchen
on a Saturday afternoon.
It could smell like a baby
after a warm bath,
part soap,
part lotion,
part angel.
Or firewood
on a cold night.
Salty air
at the beach.
A field of wildflowers
on a breezy day.
Heaven, I think,
will smell like home.
Maria Johnson