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A wisp of memory drifted by.
The man wore your fragrance,
But he wasn't you.

Baby powder wafted its soft joy.
Oh how I miss my babies.
They are grown now.

Cigarettes in a Honky Tonk bar
smoke curling, a squinted eye,
I am sorry you died.

The aroma of coffee drifting
Filling my bedroom,
Time to start my day.

Lilacs and Hyacinths
in purple and rosy pink,
The perfume of God.

Pungent cedar chest
Grandmothers quilt,
I miss you Gram.

Turkey roasting
And sage dressing,
Pumpkin pie with allspice.
My family gathers.

The smells of Love
embracing one another.
Thank you Lord.

Beverly J Raffaele

"If you have the chance to sit it out or dance, I just say Dance." writen by Mark Sanders recorded by LeeAnn Womack

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