Resurfacing Memories
Resurfacing memories
Floating into view
Held by long strings
Yanked into the present
By unlikely connections
Snatches of songs
A familiar wafting scent
Little vignettes
Reenacted afresh
Eliciting emotions
Long since grieved and buried
Connected now to a new circumstance
On a shorter string
I talked to my daughter this afternoon. She had gone shopping at the mall and bought a new fragrance at Bath and Body. When my grandson smelled it, he told her it smelled like Gubba.
My sis suggested I make a small pillow for his bed and spray it with my fragrance, to help him feel close to me when he's missing me.
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