Bathroom cabinet – a poem

This is a short poem about how memories can spring from seemingly random objects or smells and sounds.

Maybe it’s creosote on a fence or a shaving brush….the mind makes a connection. And then something comes back to you….a relative or a moment in childhood.

7 thoughts on “Bathroom cabinet – a poem

  1. Very evocative, Rich. I remember my dad’s Brylcreem and Bay Rum after shave on the bottom shelf of our bathroom cabinet. The mirror used to fog up when you ran hot water, as the room was always so cold. On bath nights, mum would put the one bar electric fire on for a while. It was fitted on the wall above the door.
    Cheers, Pete.

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