I was in the Ace Hardware nursery just the other day, and there was a smell of some plant that immediately took me back to southern France! No clue what the plant was.
Thanks for starting this blog, Mark! And I love the title!
When my Pappy passed, I kept his Cowboy hat and his Jean jacket.. I couldn't let go and it felt like he was near that gave me comfort..Loved this poem Mark..
Very nice. I kept a pillow of my deceased partner, Tom, for years. Amazing how his smell could comfort me in trying times. Eventually, the smell wore off and it was just a pillow.
I was in the Ace Hardware nursery just the other day, and there was a smell of some plant that immediately took me back to southern France! No clue what the plant was.
Thanks for starting this blog, Mark! And I love the title!
When my Pappy passed, I kept his Cowboy hat and his Jean jacket.. I couldn't let go and it felt like he was near that gave me comfort..Loved this poem Mark..
Very nice. I kept a pillow of my deceased partner, Tom, for years. Amazing how his smell could comfort me in trying times. Eventually, the smell wore off and it was just a pillow.
Hmmm, obviously the format for this doesn't like poems. The lines and line breaks are all screwed up. Sigh.