Enjoyed your poem. I too rake up memories of my mother's fav perfumes. I still have the half used bottle that she left behind. I use it sparingly,bringing her back to me.
Finished or not, it’s beautiful. I could picture you with your sister and the glorious colours. I don’t know the smell you describe, but you brought that sensory alive in your poem as well. A beautiful poem in honour of your mom.
I’m so sorry for your loss. I love poetry that tells a story using all the senses. I could see those two mischievous girls, “Red-handed, red-lipped.” 🥰
lovely - really evocative ✨
Enjoyed your poem. I too rake up memories of my mother's fav perfumes. I still have the half used bottle that she left behind. I use it sparingly,bringing her back to me.
Thanks for writing so beautifully dear Reena.
Lots of love
Love this, can relate.
Chanel No.5, it always lingered on her good coat. And she is getting ready to head out and we are all to be good for the baby sitter.
What a lovely tribute to Aunty
My sisters did the same as yours with our mother’s lipsticks and scents. Your poem brought back that memory for me. Thank you, Reena!
What a lovely memory and poem, Reena.
Finished or not, it’s beautiful. I could picture you with your sister and the glorious colours. I don’t know the smell you describe, but you brought that sensory alive in your poem as well. A beautiful poem in honour of your mom.
I’m so sorry for your loss. I love poetry that tells a story using all the senses. I could see those two mischievous girls, “Red-handed, red-lipped.” 🥰
I hear your heart beating with every syllable.
You paint such a beautiful portrait of your mom and your childhood. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing it with us.
That’s beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us.