Please Go Away We Know You Are Here
Our family is all about smells.
When Old Spice clogs our senses
My father is visiting.
Sometimes I get a glimpse of him too,
Out of the corner of my eye.
He has been gone for eight years.
When my mother-in-law visits it is
Oil of Olay, and more than plenty of it.
It permeates the kitchen and the great room area.
Enough already!
I say "Hello, Helen. Glad to see you,
but you know I am an asthmatic," and
the scent vanishes.
She has been gone for ten years.
She died the day after she told her girlfriend
To go get her funeral suit from upstairs.
The girlfriend did not want to.
She was heavy, and there were a lot of stairs!
Smoke surrounds my recliner when Dwight
is around. He was the kindest soul, so sweet
and loving but he seems to want to make a point.
I think it is because he passed in 1984, so he
has been gone a lot longer than the others.
"ENOUGH ALREADY!" I scream when he
visits. Poof. The smoke is gone. I say, "Joe, your
dad is here," and he laughs. Then he says,
"He is always here. He likes it here." My husband is
pretty in tune with spiritual stuff.
Nothing triggers my asthma faster than cigarette
smoke, perfume, and cold air. Those are the three worst
culprits for me. For sure! Sometimes it is damning
being a sensitive.
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