My Mother’s Perfume

Roses, Lavander, or Oil 

A great smell that pures into your Soul 

Memories crawl back in bringing  them back to Life 

Her thoughts remains 

As her love does too 

Her greatness, her courage and bravery 

That smell that drags you into tears 

Reminding you who gave you life 

That smell that make you smile everytime you hear her name

Telling the last words she said 

Holding the last thing she gave 

That smell that makes a home a safe place 

A place where you were taught to be who are 

That smell that deeply peels into each stain from the other side of you 

The one that causes you to fail

But drags you back to her name 

That smell that left a ghost of her bedsheets 

That never fades, and makes me afraid of who I am 

That smell that is a certain shade 

That invades every walk I take 

That portrayes who I meant 

That loved others, I dicovered who It was 

And realized it was just my  Mothers Perfume.

Reviews

[Donna]

This is very beautiful and touching! I can feel so much sadness and how much she is missed! Nice writing!

[Romero Calderón]

Truly beautiful. This invoked memories of my own mother and brought to my mind the aromas I associate with my childhood under her care and love. Was a good experience reading this.

Thanks