My Five Senses
MY FIVE SENSES
Five senses hearing, seeing, smelling, touch and taste
Received, perceived and analysed by brain to accept
sending message to the trove of memory,
some to select and to be preserved in glory.
some to reject to be deleted from time-directory.
On sundown Mom walking in yard holding my hand
reciting a sweet rhyme giving the errand
of affection of Mom and child to bind.
I can still hear the perfect rhythm in mind.
I can feel her touch: Childhood memory to rewind.
My Dad was my idol, philosopher and guide
His advice and instructions are my pride.
His words still knock my ears to hear clearly.
I can visualize his eyes showering blessing dearly.
On success, he touched my head, I can forget barely.
In Grand mom’s garden, all the flowers were white.
Gardenia, white roses, varieties of jasmine bloomed bright.
Snowy whiteness with dawn dew to put in vase
enchanted my eyes to be painted in mind-canvas.
Senses owed to smell and sight, simultaneous.
All on a sudden, a lady of little acquaintance came
carrying full lunch on my birthday putting me in shame.
Fifteen years have passed, I still recollect
and relish the flavor and fantastic taste
mingled with her love and affection at best.
To gift a posy of flower on my first romance,
one opportune moment gave me a rare chance.
Slight finger- touch shivered me from top to toe.
Bubbling blood flushed, rushed in flood to flow.
That touch is glued to soul in glaze, glare and glow.
07/3/18
'Five Senses' Contest by Viv Wigley
Fourth Place
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