It is interesting the things that make an impression
On us as children, I remember when my mother was
Getting ready to go to a party, and after she reached
Down to kiss me goodbye, the scent of her perfume
Made an impression on me, but it also left a memory
Of abandonment, for she quite often left me and I
Wasn’t sure if she would come back –
As she dressed for the party
I watched intently, my eyes
Following her every move.
Sitting on the blue quilted
Chair in my nightie, with my
Elbows resting on the table,
I was mesmerized,
As she slowly drew her dark
Stockings, then pulling a slip
Over her head, she gracefully
Stepped into a black dress,
Clinging to her thin little body.
Her dark hair combed with care,
Pulled back with a shiny barrette, and
With a finishing touch, a necklace
of pearls and matching earrings.
She stood before the mirror
Admiring herself, and as the light from
The window fell upon her, she was
Like a lustrous pearl in emerald green
Grass. And I loved her so much, even
Though she was out of touch with her
Reaching for a small lavender bottle
Of perfume, she applied
Sweet scents behind each ear, and
Then smiling at me, dabbing a drop
On each of my cheeks, with a teasing grin.
It melted into my memory, my skin was
Perfused with the scent of my mother.
I asked her if I could put on a dress
And play outside. Sitting on my tricycle,
She bent down low and kissed me goodbye.
I remember the sense of abandonment
Would she come back?
Would I be left alone while she partied
Well she might!