A plain lingering
smell of freshness,
Never touched by
any perfume,
But of washed
clothes and medicinal soaps
Mingled with the
smell of our home;
It’s rare, it’s
so rare; you went back
And the room carried
the smell a few days,
It’s been
violated with strong perfumes
I tried to catch
a bit of it near the pillow
And in your
washed clothes that were left---
I wait for your next visit---
I wait for your next visit---
A plain, soft
smell with so strong hold
That it takes me
back to childhood;
Nobody will identify,
but I,
Making me wonder
how you nurtured
Truth in me, how
deep you rooted that in me.
I wish I could
give this to my kids,
The smell of
truth and simplicity.
I don’t know if
I have given you anything
But I will hold
tight that smell of simplicity,
Hold tight
everything that is true,
Never violating
it with selfishness.
I don’t know if
I have given you anything
But I will hold
tight your fragrance;
It’s so rare; it’s
so rare my dear parents,
I will hold
tight to it, the most precious of all gifts,
The joy of finding your soul!
The joy of finding your soul!
Such a heartfelt piece :D beautiful!
ReplyDeleteSmell of simplicity, smell of 'cleanliness' and almost 'no smell' - I can relate very wellto that. Honest and emotional.
ReplyDeleteOh the smell of truth and simplicity! We definitely need more of this in our world. And yes...perhaps the closest we can come to it is the smell of freshly washed clothes. Definitely more lovely to smell than any perfume!
ReplyDeleteHow very touching...the smell of truth and simplicity ~ You reminded me how strong those roots are ~ Happy New Year to you ~
ReplyDeleteSomehow I think the smell of truth is that of cleanliness... no perfume but those basic smells only a good home can have... Lovelyl
ReplyDeleteThis is very precious...that you hold so dear the simplicity and truth that your parents instilled in you and that it is remembered with a scent. A touching, sweet poem.
ReplyDeleteTruth and simplicity, cleanliness, nurturing love. All is so nostalgic and well written. Beautiful!
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parents..
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giving.. gift
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of
Love..:)
This is so filled with love and longing... A precious gift indeed.
ReplyDeleteThis is powerful but smell is one of our most powerful sensations as Proust so eloquently described in his story of the Madeleine.
ReplyDeletevery emotional..
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Sense memory is so important in capturing a person...part of their special essence - i am sure it is not true that 'you' didn't give anything in return..perhaps all relationships give and take in their own way
ReplyDeleteoh this is really touchy...
ReplyDeleteFinding one soul alive in another is a total joy, the little reminders of it in the air that give us a minute together. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteA sincere entreaty...
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful. And speaking as a parent, you have given them joy and fulfillment simply by being their child. No greater gift.
ReplyDeleteStraight form the heart! Lovely poem!!
ReplyDeletebeautiful words and flowing
ReplyDeleteInsightful!! I also think of simplicity as a by-product.... It happens, and by all means they try to hold me secure. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteI found your poem combining parents, scent and devotion quite moving in its directness, thank you!
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