A Glance Into My Mind

Sweet Summer Smells (What could have been a story)

a summer day i sit in the window ledge reading,

a sweet smelling breeze floats gently by,

my hair whooshes into my eyes.

a quick flick of the wrist and those unruly strands are tied back,

but my mind is no longer on my novel.

with the breeze came the sweet smell of my mother’s apple pie,

a treat usually saved for holidays,

but today is special any ways.

today is the day i'lll introduce him to her.

today is the day that changes my mother’s fate.

the doorbell rings and I rush down the stairs,

being summer time the door is already partially opened to vent air.

Hello Mr. Montgomary, please come in.

He smiled gently, always kind.

I'm sorry dear but I can not,

I'm here to drop off this book and then I'll be off.

I nodded polielety and held out my hand;

well, there goes another man.