Taylor Mcbride - September 13, 2022
Image by - Maria Santaniello
My lovely mom—
someone whom I dearly love
but need to think more of.
She takes care of the house:
scrubbing away at the old tile floor
that grounds me when I get home after school,
watering the vibrant plants
that supply me with fresh air,
cooking the supper
that nourishes my body each evening.
She lights candles around the room
holding a lovely fragrance
that embraces me as I walk in;
I know I’ll miss those warm
scents of vanilla or fruit or pine.
She roams around the house
with a comforting fragrance of her own,
be it from perfume or from lotion.
Her smile is contagious,
lighting up a room when I need it most.
Her laughter—music to my ears
always easing my stress.
Though with her smile,
I see wrinkles adorning her face.
Puffs of smoke fly up in the air
as she lights her cigarette.
She will not be around forever
I must give her my time and attention
and remind her that
she will always be my lovely mom.