Smell it I do, then thought of you Presence comes, in wafts rose powder Sweet dust, pinching, untainted, true Nana's essence, remembrance undo Faith's instinct couldn't seem louder Than rose powder, temperance's you
Heightened fragrance, blooming sense No excess, bought at dime store counter Perhaps to ward off onion's offense Her pierogies, life's past tense Empyrean staircase, she, soul mounter Origen in belief, source whence Rose powder thence, spiritual encounter
Loved her dearly, there seems nothing but goodness in that sweet dust. It tickles loving memories, and says "safe."