grandmother’s blue shawl still perfumed with the spring wind and the scent of home
Poet, Avid Gardener, Quilt Artist
Carpe Diem, Haiku
Carpe Diem, Haiku, poetry
April 17, 2017 at 5:50 am
Love this, Dolores! Neither of my grandmothers wore a shawl: one wore a head scarf and the other always had an apron on. But grandmothers do have that special smell, don’t they? Happy Easter!
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April 18, 2017 at 1:08 am
Mine had a lap blanket, but poetic license always has a small element of truth.
April 18, 2017 at 7:13 am
🙂
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Adas Poetry Alcove 
April 17, 2017 at 5:50 am
Love this, Dolores! Neither of my grandmothers wore a shawl: one wore a head scarf and the other always had an apron on. But grandmothers do have that special smell, don’t they? Happy Easter!
LikeLiked by 1 person
April 18, 2017 at 1:08 am
Mine had a lap blanket, but poetic license always has a small element of truth.
LikeLiked by 1 person
April 18, 2017 at 7:13 am
🙂
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