Grandmother's house

Once upon a time,
Probably even now,
My grandmother's
house had a very
distinct smell That I
wasn't able to describe
to myself or Others

In the time between now
and childhood, I've put
names and images to the
smell,
Wet, gray wool
And small, round, white
mothballs.
My grandmother's house
smells milky sweet stale,
And so familiar.