Before you were my mother, you were porcelain-skin youth and eyes the color of a foggy day sea. I know that hint of smile in the glass frame with traces of sunset lit hair, it is a picture of you staying.
Just dipped finger in Chanel No.5, behind each ear, was the scent of you leaving.
Shaded good books and clothes line strung with gathering sunlight, hunched over pick up sticks and hand-cut paper dolls, this cool sun-dried sheet, the scent of you staying.
I never saw you in the Petunia until I found one in my garden and breathed the scent of you staying.
I search for arch of lid breath of flower and trace my finger on the cold mirror and see you in me staying.
I breathe you for you remain behind each ear with scent of you leaving.
And home still lingers sleeping in sun-dried sheets, the scent of you staying.
[This message has been edited by Martie (edited 03-16-2000).]
this really touched me... i have a small sachet of Chantilly powder from my grandmother...when ever I want to rememeber what her hugs were like...I take in that fragrance and she is there. thanks for sharing this. take care, jm
Rosemary J. Gwaltney
northern mountains, Idaho
Oh, Martie, this is absolutely lovely. Yes, scents do linger in our memories, like melodies, to surprise us any time at all. And yes, I can see my mother in my mirror too. Tears, my friend. Tears. A strong, well-worded poem.
New Orleans, LA
I'm lucky enough to still have my mother and father but your poem does remind me of the little things that can spark a reminisce of a loved one from our past ... I quite often see my kids as toddlers and it strikes pangs of longing in my heart to relive those days
Martie, this is a sweet poem and I liked it. I think that some of us olfactory impaired men (like me) would like a descriptive phrase after Chanel No. 5. You know exactly how it smells. The challenge is to describe it to me (the reader) so that I can relate immediately to it. (Some of us may not know that smell simply by the name Chanel No. 5) Yet if I say freshly mowed grass, you might instantly know the scent. Also the line "sleeping in sun-dried sheets" might work better "snuggled in sun-dried sheets" ? Your call. Hopefully this doesn't annoy you too much. bboog
Glen Hope, PA USA
Martie: I love this, the images it conjures up and the memories as well..
I have always worn Opium, (I did dab a little on the screen so I hope it can be smelt, in case no one knows the smell)...oooops, shame on me..*g*...and a few times someone has remarked that they smelt it somewhere and thought of me...and when I've been working, I've been tracked by the smell as well..LOL..i.e. they know I've been in an office cause the scent lingers on...I guess not many women wear it but I adore it, makes me smile just to smell it..
I love the way I look in your eyes, I'm just me tho'... We are all works in progress, no?