Memories

The book smelled like memories

Of hushed-low voices

And warm embraces

Of rustling pages

And soft imaginings

The book smelled like memories

Of blankets soft

And comforts legion

Of woodsmoke

And of yellowed pages

The book smelled like memories

Gentle hands run through hair

Voices change from reader to reader

Love and comfort softly cover

Me in joy and peace

The book smelled like memories

Ensconced in bed, and eyes wide

Shocked at Thorin's pride

Tucked away in cabin cozy

Fearful when Bilbo around the trolls is nosy

Sitting in the sun at camp,

Thankful it is safe from damp

The book smelled like memories

Of grand parents' houses

And joyful greetings

Of fireplaces

And parents' voices

Beyond the smell of ink and paper

Past the lingering scent of labour

Buried in the yellow pages

Lies the greatest gift in ages

The book smelled like memories

Of hushed-low voices

And warm embraces

Of rustling pages

And soft imaginings

The book smelled like memories