Friday, December 13, 2013

Write Their Days Enchanted

 


My daughter says
the children always
bear my scent
when they return,
a sort of story
on their skin.
And so I walk the aisles
spraying paper strips
too small to hold a verse
but heady.
Beautiful
Happy
Sensuous
Love
Blue
and Red 
Flower, Fleur,  Poppy.
Ah! 
Enchanted. 
We'll spray their days
Enchanted,
Let's write their lives
Enchanted,
as childhood
ought to be.

15 comments:

  1. Karen you're words brought back to my nose the scent of my much loved grandmother. Thank You!

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  2. "as childhood ought to be", indeed. Beautiful poem. Loved it.

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  3. :) the memories and sweetness of childhood, nothing can ever match them;)

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  4. Perfumed days, indeed. Delightful tribute to love and childhood.

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  5. Scent is one of the strongest doors of memory. This is a true forget-me-not. (The kids won't.)

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  6. I loved those flower fairies as a child. And how wonderful to spread a flowery scent around and leave it attached to children's skin.

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  7. Love those stories on their skin, words on paper strips, enchanted childhood.

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  8. That's exactly what childhood should be

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  9. This is so adorable! A poem to sing and play with. Love it. <3

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  10. The feelings of endearment linger on in young minds. The young retain easily for they have great memories. Nicely Karen!

    Hank

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  11. there are memories stored away in the scents that pass through you... marvelous poem...

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  12. I love the ideas presented here--firm believer that fragrance is one of the most powerful stimulators of the mind/emotions/memory, and your wishes for our grandchildren, indeed all children, ring beautifully.

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  13. I love this!! childhood should be enchanted...that is all that really matters. I love your image as well. It looks like an illustration by Trina Schart Hyman.

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  14. I remember that! I knew both of my grandmothers' scents, so familiar and comforting. Nothing could hurt me if I had one of my grandmothers to hold my hand.
    A beautiful write.
    K

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