Grandmother’s perfume


She sponsored my life like no one ever,
She perfumed my existance like no one ever
For once before everyone , she covered my guilts,
With her wrinkled fingers she made me kilts.

That I still wear to wear her perfume,
After she disappeared in a bewildered spume.
She once stood to pray for my success,
When no one else pretended to bless.

And when I had my sheet of victory,
Her perfume was pleasant enough to be history.
For at last I could not show her my gain ,
She still perfumed in my heart to vanish my pain.
Her perfume I wish to become my soul's stain,
I wish to have my grandmother again .

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