I don’t remember when her scent changed from jasmine to hospital musk.
She brought it home with her,
And gently dressed in it.
Until the end of time.
The lines are blurred.
There must have been a moment,
I do not recount.
Erased by the tick of the second hand,
Another setting sun.
The silence allows me to remember well,
That scent.
I will never forget,
It was her last lap
Before the finish line.
I don’t remember when her scent changed from jasmine to hospital musk.
But that smell
Frozen in time.
As she will always remain,
No days after
Will come to my door.
She won’t ever know me, nor I her.
The pot has been stirred.
My choice is simple
Complete the dinner and clean up my mess,
or walk away and don’t ever look back.
I will never remember
When her scent changed.
DoRee MelNic 
Oh how I wish you the gift of the memory of jasmine, unaffected by any other memories… I hope that time brings that back to you… 🙏💕 Thank you for following my blog. And I am honoured to be following yours…
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Thank you, me too. I’m definitely working in that direction. I hope your journey with your mother brings you many memories to cherish ❤️ in the now and forever. Thank you for following me as well 😊.
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Okay, this made my cry.
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It’s difficult to type with blurry eyes.
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Thank you for sharing your honest reaction ❤️, and yes, I definitely agree that it is hard to type with blurry eyes.
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My pleasure. 😊
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