Bring Me Home
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What I'd like to give you is
an ounce of my perfume;
not what you may be thinking of,
but you will find out soon.
A special place that I recall
from childhood long ago,
where I would often go and sit
and always loved it so.
It was the walk-in closet
in my mother's big bedroom.
Trying on her clothes amidst
that special, sweet perfume.
Such happiness and peaceful times
I often spent in there-
with smelling cedarwood perfume
that drifted through the air.
The panels of fine cedarwood
had lined her closet well;
and all her clothes, accessories,
held the fragrant smell.
Though not akin to the perfume
you'd normally think of;
the smell of cedar brings me home-
to my dear mother's love.
September 28, 2021
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Bring Me Home
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Judged: 10/04/2021
(revised for this contest
from a former, shorter poem
posted 2/22/2018)
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2021
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