Mothers Perfume
My mothers' perfume.
The scents throughout the day are wondrous,
And not at all like fungus.
Filled with love and delight,
Sometimes reminding me of campsites.
My mothers' perfume.
Keeping me calm through the rain,
And not causing me pain.
My mothers' perfume,
Is what keeps me happy at night,
When I wrap up tight.
Copyright © Sophie Wilson | Year Posted 2018
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