Heaven Scent!

Feather tickled my nose.
A memorised aroma.
Carried on an aged soul.

One who once lived.
But was rarely seen.
My father.
Now ascended to join the poets.
In the land.
Where all the poet's past reside.
He died.
He was a poet too.

A patient patient waiting for his cue.
I was his leading lady.
Took him to the room of doom and gloom.
Fears potential of a ***** diagnosis.
Cancer, swear word of the day.

He was clear.
He was delighted.
So with good cheer.
I bade him cheerio.
Just one simple question.
The answer I needed to know.
His body smell of memory fuel.
My Dad the silly fool.
It was his favourite body spray.
Flicked on a memory for me today!


By ladylivvi1

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