Scent of the Seventies

February 20, 2021

My mother’s fluttering panda eyes

searched for her beloved bottle

of Aqua Manda; scent of the seventies,

smiling and smocks in sun-drenched streets.

I had hidden it.

Neroli-infused pillow, concealing

and revealing the scent of safety.

My ‘mum on tap’ just for me.

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