The lavender scent of home The smell of spearmint toothpaste of long-waited mornings The first note your mother taught when you started playing the piano The self-proclaimed lucky tee You wore on every football try-out The book you read that only let you sleep when dawn came The song you sang to her right after asking "Would you marry me?" The cry of your very first child
You may have forgotten things you were so familiar with things that were once so evident But know that They remained They were waiting faithfully For you They missed you