Your mother's perfume

A whiff of her perfume in the air
Brings back memories I cannot compare
To anything else, they're unique and rare

Her scent was soft, yet strong and bold
A fragrance that never grew old
It lingered long after she'd gone, or so I'm told

I remember the way she'd dab it on
Before heading out, from dusk till dawn
Her perfume was her signature, never gone

It spoke of love, of care, and of grace
A scent that enveloped every place
Her fragrance was a warm embrace

Now that she's gone, I miss it so
That perfume, like a warm glow
It brings her back, I feel her close, I know

So when I catch a hint of her scent
It fills my heart with sweet content
My mother's perfume, forever present.

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