My Mother's Perfume | Spondon Ganguli

A scent that dances through the air,

A memory of love and care.

My mother’s perfume, a gentle trace,

Filling every corner, every space.

A symphony of notes so sweet,

A fragrance that’s truly unique.

With each spritz, a piece of her,

A reminder that love will always endure.

The scent of comfort, a soothing balm,

In her embrace, I find my calm.

It lingers on a subtle part,

A connection that can never depart.

My mother’s perfume, a cherished token,

In its fragrance, a bond unbroken.

A symbol of her warmth and grace,

Forever in my heart, a cherished embrace.

In the gentle veil of dawn’s sight,

A fragrant memory, a cherished delight.

My mother’s perfume, a whispering breeze,

Carries me back to moments that please.

A symphony of scents, a tale untold,

A comforting hug, a love so bold.

Each note unfolds a chapter anew,

A fragrant bond forever true.

With every spritz, a magic spell,

In that fleeting moment, all is well.

A fragrance that’s more than just a scent,

It’s a love story, a sentiment.

Through changing seasons, it remains,

A fragrant beacon that never wanes.

My mother’s perfume, a timeless art,

Forever etched upon my heart.

In love’s embrace, my dreams take flight,

She poured her love into the days of my plight,

Her gentle voice, a soothing stream,

Yet now, I long for a fading dream.

Against my brow, the relief she’d bring,

Banishing fatigue under her magical spring,

In my dreams, the perfume of love remains,

A fragrant reminder through my blood veins.

Guiding me with values strong,

Her whispered scent still clings to me lifelong,

Life’s essentials, from her, I’ve learned,

Through dreams, the perfume of love is discerned.

Her tender voice, a soothing grace,

Lost echoes of a warm embrace.

Her scent wraps me in its hold,

Showering me with affection as good as gold.

When red roses bloom, her scent unfurls,

Her recipes shared a treasure of pearls,

In dreams, love’s perfume sweetly weaves,

Her hands are like doves that memory conceives.

As a guiding light, she taught me what’s true,

Which held firm, even as the strong winds blew.

Her fragrant spirit guided me on

For the rest of my life, even when she’s gone.