Perfume

The scent made a house a home

her perfume was strong, soaked in walls,

deep in my roots like skin on bones,

it was a wonder what kind of woman lived here

Her bottle never empty, she had plenty to spare, three to care

for. She was so giving,

Poured on Jesus' feet, dried with her hair,

I was there, so was my sibling, apparently, father didn't care

it wasn't fair, she did the impossible, pulled love out the air

Without her, no me, it let me see how strong

a man a woman can be.

love can do anything.

We hold too tight to the tight rope,

Words can cut deep from harmless joke,

yo momma joke, not my momma yo,

sqaush that to avoid slippery slope

I asked whats in her perfume,

her eyes went down, she said pain bloomed,

blossomed, took the space your father coudlnt fill,

filled the room with Daffodils, arms waving knocked the perfume over.

sweat, blood, tears spilled, but love sat at the bottom. still.

-RRICH