I use a certain perfume
that takes me back to my childhood days.
As I sat in an elderly lady’s flower garden,
I inhaled the wonderful aroma around me.
The lady had lavender and lilies,
lilac bushes, the list goes on.
I felt like a bee or a hummingbird
flitting from flower to flower.
If I could only go back and pick
a lovely bouquet,
I knew she wouldn’t mind.
She always said that’s what flowers are for.
Mary Bone has written two books of poetry. Her recent poems can be found at Spillwords, The Human Touch Journal, Visual Verse and Tea-Ku Anthology at local Gems poetry. Mary has been writing short stories and poetry since the age of twelve.