Mommy Is Allergic To Perfume
They come in with their hair dyed purple
To match their lavender dress.
Tops of their support hose showing
We kids laugh a bit about it.
If Daddy can reach us we might get a head tap.
Mommy cannot sit by these old ladies.
They no longer bathe, camouflaging their scent
By dunking themselves into a pool of fragrances.
Mom is allergic to all of them.
So where do they head?
Mommy jumps up and runs out coughing.
Why doesn’t she just tell them?
I do not remember the last time
She sat through a church service.
Yet here we sit, hearing her coughing from the back.
I want to tell them, but a look from my Daddy stops me.
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