My daughter says
the children always
bear my scentAnd so I walk the aisles
when they return,
a sort of story
on their skin.
spraying paper strips
too small to hold a verse
Flower, Fleur, Poppy.
We'll spray their days
Let's write their lives
ought to be.
Karen you're words brought back to my nose the scent of my much loved grandmother. Thank You!ReplyDelete
"as childhood ought to be", indeed. Beautiful poem. Loved it.ReplyDelete
:) the memories and sweetness of childhood, nothing can ever match them;)ReplyDelete
Perfumed days, indeed. Delightful tribute to love and childhood.ReplyDelete
Scent is one of the strongest doors of memory. This is a true forget-me-not. (The kids won't.)ReplyDelete
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.ReplyDelete
Love those stories on their skin, words on paper strips, enchanted childhood.ReplyDelete
That's exactly what childhood should beReplyDelete
This is so adorable! A poem to sing and play with. Love it. <3ReplyDelete
The feelings of endearment linger on in young minds. The young retain easily for they have great memories. Nicely Karen!ReplyDelete
there are memories stored away in the scents that pass through you... marvelous poem...ReplyDelete
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.ReplyDelete
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.ReplyDelete
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.ReplyDelete
A beautiful write.