Within my chest, a memory resides,
A tender keepsake, where time abides.
A scent of talc, a whisper of starch,
A fragrance that stirs my heart’s deepest arch.
Like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn to its glow,
A reminder of days that I cherish so.
It evokes a time of innocence and grace,
Where love and laughter filled every space.
I close my eyes and inhale its sweet embrace,
Transported back to a cherished place.
A gentle hand smoothing my hair with care,
A loving voice whispering words beyond compare.
The talc and starch, a symbol so dear,
Of a bond unbreakable, a love that’s clear.
Within my breast, this memory shall stay,
A timeless treasure, forever in my sway.
Though time may pass and memories may fade,
This scent will always hold a special glade.
For it whispers of love, of warmth, and of grace,
A cherished keepsake, forever in its place.