Periwinkles

she smells of sunshine and homemade pie,

periwinkle gardens and wrinkled skin,

winter fires and strangers’ lullabies,

barbie bandaids and hidden tears,

whispered kisses and sacrificed years,

she smells of

unconditional

love,

she smells of home.

 

 

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