My Mothers Perfume Poem by Lodigiana Poetess
My Mothers Perfume
Memories I had as a child are like dreams you keep seeing- even when awake.
Sounds tinkling in the deep recesses of my mind become a sublime score for revived pleasures
How to capture a single memory and hold it forever?
To live within it?
How to surround myself with the warmth of love each picture of happiness brings?
I am remembering back into a distant past,
and return unwillingly, to the racket of the wind whistling, malevolently, through the tiniest window cracks,
forming unearthly sounds that filled my mind and robbed me of sleep.
Burrowing under blankets to escape the fear felt by a small child in bed,
in the dark,
eyes closed..
Unwillingly picturing horrors within tightly closed lids.
Then, almost imperceivably, but definitely, the gentle soothing balm of sweet mimosa,
gently seeping through the cocoon of fear I was frozen in.
A fragrance announcing her welcome arrival.
A cloud of living love surrounding my trembling body.
A hand stroking my wild damp curls into serenity.
To sense an angel by my side,
to smell heaven… to find sanctuary
and be enveloped, totally and securely with unending shelter
and a sweet, longed for asylum.
Never to be found in any other medium but this…
To know love,
To find refuge from the unseen terrors of the darkness,
To remember the essence
of all that is good and worth remembering,
created by the recollection of just
one
single
thing….
my Mothers perfume.
A beautiful write of a memory that will never leave you? ............wonderfully written Lodigiana
Often the simplest triggers produce the strongest memories, just as sometimes a single word can express more than a chapter of words.Really appreciate your comments- thank you Tom. Lodigiana x
I was expecting another perfume but twas the same poets must change dress and face each day compose a poem or two there were times i composed nine or ten daily so I composed over 15000 nearly many were taken away by fans and flames and the latest whatever site it is yeah yahoo and FACE BOOK many were jealous poet who? So at our age memories only linger we only wear older perfumes such as moms for ever great endeavour at a moderna to savour poetry what else
I was expecting another perfume but twas the same poets must changes dress and face each day compose a poem or two there were times i composed 9 or ten daily so I composed over 15000 nearly many were taken away by fans and flames and the latest whatever site it is..yeah yahoo and FACE BOO many were jealous poet who?
at our age memories only linger we only wear older perfumes such as moms for ever great endeavour at a moderna to savour poetry
Thank you so much for reading this and commenting- much appreciated Lodigiana x
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/27/2024 5:23:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful tribute to your Mother. Strange sometimes the things that we can never forget. but the most beautiful and meaningful things in life are the simplest. Another great poem. Thank you Lodigiana.
You are very welcome Chris. Sometimes the most obscure things can conjure up such vivid memories..Whenever I see a straw hat I immediately remember my grandfather who would fall asleep in the hot Italian sunshine with his straw hat covering his face! Memories...so precious.