Mothers' Perfume Poem by Anna Atchison
Mothers' Perfume
My mothers' perfume.
The scents throughout the day are wondrous,
And not at all like fungus.
Filled with love and delight,
Sometimes reminding me of campsites.
My mothers' perfume.
Keeping me calm through the rain,
And not causing me pain.
My mothers' perfume,
Is what keeps me happy at night,
When I wrap up tight.
Dear Anna Atchison, What a lovely poem in honour or your mom! It sure did warm my heart and reminds me of how fragrance is so important and gives us comfort in regard to home and family in particular a mom. Your rhyming was also really cute and whimsical. Loved it.
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Anna.
you sound loving and sweet...but the fungus needs to go! better a line that doesn't rhyme than an off-key word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Soul touching, wonderful creation, thank you, keep sharing dear Anna, I love your poems!