Like the Sweetness of Gardenias Mother

Like the Sweetness of Gardenias Mother you died 15 years ago. pain a rapier cut until finally there was just peace like the sweetness of gardenias in the crystal vase on your yellow kitchen table. so fragrant. your voice lingers in my ear reminding scolding guiding a pleasant mantra of tenderness magic words that move my palms your palms. together we are molding helping creating. in the mirror I see your eyes your beautiful brown circles looking back so radiant. dont forget me you whispered the day you died. I wont.