for mom

Perhaps I could smell

Every scent in the world

Realizing my

Favorite is my mother’s.

Undulating through the air

Majestic scent of roses

Ever tingling my nose.

Score the aisles

Centering myself in THE one.

English rose perfume

Needing to find its

Tantalizing odor.

My purchase bought, going

Over to my car

Tossing it in the backseat.

Hearing my radio start

Edge of my seat, wanting to get home.

Remorse kicking in

Sorry, mom,

Of course I broke the bottle

Running to my car.

Running tears go down my face as I find

On the backseat of my car, the perfume spilled.

Warlike, my heart beats

My mother’s rose perfume