Memory's Scent
The scent of a boiled, fruit steamed pudding being made
evoked memories of my grandmother;
when I was a child.
home-making hers , in a scrim-cloth
on the open-range...
brought home to me
how much I loved her then
and miss her now.
49 years , touched me like yesterday
and I cried for her loss
all over again.
Elizabeth alexander 24/12/2015
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