childhood memories

Lovenotes

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in Family Relationship Poems, Spiritual Poems

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Each whiff of Mama’s bread
rose in his heart
infused his head
with wafting warmth
and scented joy.
He was a happy boy.

Her perfume graced the air:
light citrus
buried in her hair
so soft yet spicy
in its way,
pushing his cares away.

Outdoors, each breath smelled new.
Bright green bore fruit
of orange hue
and flowers white
as blossomed bliss.
Fresh juice, a mother’s kiss.

Aflutter on the line,
sheets swaddled him
in fragrance fine.
Sweet, sacheted love
notes, potpourri
of sacred memory.

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“The child I was is just one breath away from me.”
Sheniz Janmohamed

“Don’t you wish you could take a single childhood memory
and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?”
Sarah Addison Allen

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Susan Noyes Anderson

Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.

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