A Few More Things Remembered

I doubt I shall ever forget how
she always
closed her eyes in the shower
Yet kept them
Both wide open in the rain ..
But am sure
I will always remember and
treasure
each one of those flowers she
embroidered
and sewed onto the patches
she pinned
to the knees of my torn 501’s
Which by the way
were even more faded than
the lilac and the
cream one’s on my mothers
old pinafore ..
I also remember how funny
it seemed,
 they both smelled so similar
and how I then
thought, if love had a smell,
it would smell of
my lady, fresh from her shower
and small cotton flowers