Memoire Cherie

Funny how a fragrance can hold such a precious memory Yet, every time I simply touch the small pink box, its tattered lid barely concealing the bottle, I am flooded with love, with the deepest warmth, with so many feelings, all at once It was my grandmother’s favorite because I had given it to her as a small boy A simple Christmas present One that became her signature One that became an annual event And though all that’s left now is an empty vessel And the remaining scent is so faint. I savor each visit For when that sweet floral is recognized, I can still see her face and catch the gleam of her crystal blue eyes I can almost hear her gentle voice saying, thank you, just the way she did upon opening my last gift of “Memoire Cherie”