Fragrance Lingers Even Now

Tears smudged face Sparkles in my eyes Fears the spanks the cane paced The treasures she offered whole When I was small Shared laughter, fears and dreams She hardly rest but beside my sick bed? Holds herself like a sandalwood tree A pillar, a tower which my arms could spread When my tears shed Now withered and shrunken hands Still hugs me and cuddles in a curly band Her starry eyes look deep into mine With pretty rosy lips she smiles Breast filled with divine love never weaned From Womb to tomb, I lean