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SCENT OF A MOTHER.

by dadaolowoeyo

I just felt a bit nostalgic, At the office I perceived an aroma, Tasted like my Mother's fried stew, For several minutes goosebumps: Now momma had been gone, Left this world over four years, But really feels like now, As though she left a moment ago; Safe to say it's still fresh, So hard to completely remove, Every single memory, Scrub every bit of thought; I take it daily as it comes, Reminded that time may heal all, And hey! Say hi to Dad, Mom, I know both y'all missing me, too.
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Published
Mar 19, 2025
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I just miss my dear Mom, perceiving this strong aroma of fried stew in the office just opened a flood of emotions - trylu missing the woman.

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