Fresh memory of first love never fades away
Old memory is like flowers smelt yesterday.
After very long time, I took out my suite
Cornered in the wardrobe on a hanger.
I found a long familiar hair in the collar
That curly hair of a beauty who drew me to her.
An exalting smell
Of the *Bocheron perfume
I do remember.
April 15, 2014
Form: Couplets, Quatrain and haiku
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: The Three Suite stanza by Sheri Fresonke Harper