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.