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.

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14 comments:

  1. the walking manDecember 13, 2013 at 6:40 AM

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

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  2. Preeti S.December 13, 2013 at 2:20 PM

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

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  3. Vandana SharmaDecember 16, 2013 at 6:40 AM

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

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  4. JinksyDecember 16, 2013 at 6:45 AM

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

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  5. AnonymousDecember 16, 2013 at 7:29 AM

    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. Kerry O'ConnorDecember 16, 2013 at 9:16 AM

    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. SusanDecember 16, 2013 at 10:05 AM

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

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  8. PealogicDecember 16, 2013 at 3:45 PM

    That's exactly what childhood should be

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  9. Kenia SantosDecember 16, 2013 at 8:03 PM

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

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  10. kaykualaDecember 16, 2013 at 10:35 PM

    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. revelationsDecember 17, 2013 at 10:47 AM

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

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  12. hedgewitchDecember 17, 2013 at 11:28 AM

    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. aspiritofsimplicityDecember 17, 2013 at 11:37 AM

    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. Kay L. DaviesDecember 17, 2013 at 1:44 PM

    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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