Perfume

I helped clean up the mess in my Mom’s old apartment today. My step father is in the hospital with an amputated big toe. His name is Joe….Funny. It was a close call for him, so I am glad he is okay.
Anyway, I was sitting at her desk and even though the place smelled like an old bachelor pad and an old cat, I could smell her perfume, just in the spot where she used to write poetry. Amazing….I felt her presence there. Like she was glad I came out to help the old boy.

About Karen Elaine

Artist, author and teacher.
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