Perfume Memory

img_3001via Daily Prompt: Scent

My mother left home when I was ten

I often think back to then

She ran away for a fresh start

Leaving us kids with a broken heart

 

The days slowed down, but I don’t recall

Anything else that summer at all

Except oft smelling, in tearful lament

A dress, because, it held her scent

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