My Mothers Perfume Comments
Memories I had as a child are like dreams you keep seeing- even when awake.
Sounds tinkling in the deep recesses of my mind become a sublime score for revived pleasures
How to capture a single memory and hold it forever?
To live within it?
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A beautiful write of a memory that will never leave you? ............wonderfully written Lodigiana
Often the simplest triggers produce the strongest memories, just as sometimes a single word can express more than a chapter of words.Really appreciate your comments- thank you Tom. Lodigiana x
I was expecting another perfume but twas the same poets must change dress and face each day compose a poem or two there were times i composed nine or ten daily so I composed over 15000 nearly many were taken away by fans and flames and the latest whatever site it is yeah yahoo and FACE BOOK many were jealous poet who? So at our age memories only linger we only wear older perfumes such as moms for ever great endeavour at a moderna to savour poetry what else
I was expecting another perfume but twas the same poets must changes dress and face each day compose a poem or two there were times i composed 9 or ten daily so I composed over 15000 nearly many were taken away by fans and flames and the latest whatever site it is..yeah yahoo and FACE BOO many were jealous poet who?
at our age memories only linger we only wear older perfumes such as moms for ever great endeavour at a moderna to savour poetry
Thank you so much for reading this and commenting- much appreciated Lodigiana x
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8/3/2025 9:43:22 AM # 1.0.0
A beautiful tribute to your Mother. Strange sometimes the things that we can never forget. but the most beautiful and meaningful things in life are the simplest. Another great poem. Thank you Lodigiana.
You are very welcome Chris. Sometimes the most obscure things can conjure up such vivid memories..Whenever I see a straw hat I immediately remember my grandfather who would fall asleep in the hot Italian sunshine with his straw hat covering his face! Memories...so precious.