I love the smell of kerosene

When I was 5 ... Your kerosene heater .. I hated that smell .. Your snoring .. kept me awake at night .. Bathtime .. my ears hurt when you cleaned them with the rough flannel .. Bathing in the river .. I was ashamed to be naked like you .. Your teeth .. in a glass scared me .. You had no mercy .. when on the hunt for head lice .. Now I'm 45 .. You had no mercy .. relentless, you got them all .. Your teeth .. I keep mine in a glass in the bathroom .. Bathing in the river .. unrestricted & one with nature, I get it .. Bathtime .. your ears do get dirty, I use a rough flannel too .. Your snoring .. any snoring reminds me of you .. Your kerosene heater .. the whiff of kerosene, my strongest physical memory of you .. I think of you .. now I love the smell of kerosene .. Every cherished memory of my Grandmother, no detail forgotten, I will always love you Nan XOXO

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