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.
Aww Anupama! That just made my day. How lovely and precious that you still have the bottle. I am so glad this spoke to you. Sending you love and to both our moms.
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 ✨
Thank you James!
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
Aww Anupama! That just made my day. How lovely and precious that you still have the bottle. I am so glad this spoke to you. Sending you love and to both our moms.
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.
Aww what a sweet memory. How they and their tiniest influences live on in our senses. Thank you for your comment David.
What a lovely tribute to Aunty
Thanks dear Geetika! SO delighted you’re here!
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!
Thanks so much dear Paul! That’s so lovely to hear. I think it’s a rite of (girl) passage.
What a lovely memory and poem, Reena.
Thanks Priya. So good you liked it.
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.
Thanks so much Kim. That made me so happy.
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.” 🥰
Thanks dear Carissa! Loss is inevitable. Memory is a gift ❤️
I hear your heart beating with every syllable.
Aww thank you so much, Tim!
You paint such a beautiful portrait of your mom and your childhood. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Thanks so much dear Lalitha! Love that you liked it.
That’s beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Thanks so much Joel. Appreciate it.