when i was a girl

when i was a girl 
my mum smoked cigarettes 
in her leopard print dressing gown 
and boot slippers 
she would come in from the patio, or the kitchen, or the garden
and up the stairs to tuck me into bed 

stroke her hand across my head 
chestnut curls from out of my face 
the smell of the nicotine on her fingers
lingered in the air 
attaching itself to the memory, 
to the place 


now i am a woman 
and i smoke cigarettes 
in my leopard print dressing gown 
and my boot slippers 
and when i come in from the patio, or the kitchen, or the garden 
and up the stairs to tuck myself into bed 

i stroke my hand across my head 
maroon curls from out of my face 
and as the smell of the nicotine lingers in the air 
i remember when i was a girl 
when my mum still smoked cigarettes 
and wore her leopard print dressing gown 
still wore her boot slippers 
still tucked me into bed
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