I can still smell her scent --
The perfume she adores.
So comforting, the aroma
reminds me instantly of home.
The safety of the country
with guard dogs and cats for best friends.
Dinner on the table at 6,
and the consistency of her presence.
The way she chuckles when she's amused.
Her haphazard way of organizing her business
and her long fingernails.
I can tell her anything,
which is usually more than
she needs to hear --
"didn't need to know that, hon."
I can hear her loving words,
in her slow, southern drawl.
In my mind I see her clearly:
Auburn hair, green eyes.
The best woman I know.
(4/2/2010)
(4/2/2010)
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