Fragrant Memories

Smoked and Blackened temple openings.  
Due to constantly burning incense,    
Slowly brings back cherished memories    
Of our mother’s soft soothing presence,  
Now I bear  her eternal  absence,
Still Clutching on to her long dresses 
Her face adorned with raven  tresses   
Erasing sorrow, myalgia  
of life’s innumerable stresses   
Mind revels in fond nostalgia 

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