Sachet L'Air du Temps
The scent of her lingers in folds,
creases and closed boxes,
often sweet surprises stumbled upon
on the worst of days
when angry men and crude
women rip, snatch,
and seek to pry loose
my smallest joy.
The aroma, easing forth at first,
a mere suggestion, strengthens
as if steeped in
freshly warmed care. A sweet sachet
impervious to boundaries seen,
relentless in its mission,
and, when it is gone I find
I am completely whole again.
©2000 Peggy Eldridge-Love
From You Beckon
4 comments:
Wow. Your entry today both poetic and audio was profound. I will definitely touch base with my mom. I'm long overdue for a drive to NY and a hug.
nice powerful words that totally are beautiful and appreciated.
- mocha sistah
from prolific writers.
Thank you, Princess.
Mocha Sistah,
I really appreciate you stopping by. Thank you.
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