A Collection of Poems - Stardust and Tears

My Mother's Perfume

It's the sweet smell of a forest during fall, the leaves turning orange, red, and everything bright,

It's the color of ice, clear, clear and distorts your vision when you try to peek through it

It's holds the scent of secrets long forgotten, it tells a million stories, the smell lingers on even in the dampest hours of the night.

   My Mother's perfume is in a dark colored bottle, with a broken scent sprayer. It has little pieces of dried glue on it, and makes a strange noise when you put it on.

    Oh, how I love my mother's perfume