My Mothers Perfume

Memories I had as a child are like dreams you keep seeing- even when awake.
Sounds tinkling  in the deep recesses of my mind become a sublime score for revived pleasures
How to capture a single memory and hold it forever?
To live within it?
How to surround myself with the warmth of love each picture of happiness brings?
I am remembering back into a distant past,
and return unwillingly, to the racket of the  wind whistling, malevolently through the tiniest window cracks,
forming  unearthly sounds that filled my mind and robbed  me of sleep.
Burrowing under blankets to escape the fear felt by a small child in bed,
in the dark,
eyes tightly closed ..
Unwillingly picturing horrors within tightly  closed lids.
Then, almost imperceivably , but definitely, the gentle soothing balm of sweet mimosa,
gently seeping through the cocoon of fear  I was frozen in.
A fragrance announcing her welcome arrival.
A cloud of living love surrounding my trembling body.
A hand stroking my wild damp curls into serenity.
To sense an angel by my side,
to smell heaven… to find sanctuary
and be enveloped, totally and securely with unending shelter
and a sweet, longed for  asylum.
Never to be found in any other medium but this…
To know love,
To find refuge from the unseen terrors of the darkness,
To remember the essence
Of all that is good and worth remembering,
created by the recollection of just
one
single
thing….
 my Mothers perfume.