Karla, they never really leave us, do they -- every day there is something that instantly reminds us of them -- this is a wonderful tribute to your folks -- peace and love to you -- JMW
You nver forget or I hope we don't as I was setting my table for Thanksgiving dinner with my mom's special dishes, I realized my mom was right here with me after 13 years, I am still blessed. Thank you for sharing.
I like this divergence you have made Karla and the unique style of this write. It speaks of lingering memories, good or bad that work as reminderes of life gone by.
hugs
Fee
G.Hosts, very creative, Karla. Those smells, sounds and little souvenirs dear loved ones leave behind, even without them, like you said: how can we ever forget them? Wonderful write!
Isn't it odd how we remember all those little things that weren't important then, but are now--they represent something to hold onto in memory. An interesting write and a nice tribute.
Old-day scents trigger memories...mine's bay leaves, rum, Old Spice, Jim Beam, sandalwood, nag champa, musk, patchouli, eucalyptus, horse linament, fresh-cut alfalfa hay, cinnamon, sage, wild cannabis, and lavender...olfactory, where would we be without the sense of smell! Scratch ' sniff reminiscence, Karla...be well you and Karen Lynn...
Know exactly what you mean for if I smell patuli oil I feel my mother near. Old spice and my dad came for a visit. Aren't they wonderful. Lovely touching poem. love, Bonnie
Sherlyn Powell opens up about her love and devotion to her family and the overwhelming repercussion when communication breaks down. Heartbroken and distraught she learns to release her prayer and realize with faith God would reunite her family.
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
Sheila
We're not supposed to forget...
Love,
ET
the flooded front room of
my eyes
Powerfully penned, and extremely heartfelt, Karla.
Georg
You commit wholly to your work . . . an amazing write!!
Hugs,
Lance
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
gorgeous form and such evocation through scent and aromas!
John
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Fee
their fragrance lingers in
the flooded front room of
my eyes
brilliant! Now to read Charlie's... xx
Love,
Sage
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(