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.