Remnants of a Loved One

Remnants of a Loved OneI smell my mother when I get my hair cutThe sickly-sweet scent of hairspray.I smell my mother when I walk by a side streetWhere the staff takes a smoke break.My eyes catch the shimmer of diamondsRings and necklaces danglingAnd her regal presence appears.Never opulent, sleek elegance, dressed in beigesOr black and […]