Fragrances of flowers can bring back memories of long ago, sweet scents of perfumes
perhaps turning a sad memory into a happy one!
Sitting on the blue quilted chair in my nightie I watched intently as she dressed for the party my elbows resting on the table. As she slowly drew her dark stockings then pulled a slip over her head, gracefully stepping 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, a light from the window falling upon her – and she was beautiful! Like a lustrous pearl in emerald green grass – and I loved her so much, even though she was out of touch with her little girl. Reaching for a small lavender bottle of perfume, she applied the sweet scent 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, as she bent low and kissed me goodbye!