It’s not the yeasty smell of
Freshly baked bread or
The peppery smell of roses
The bring her back to me.
Although her oven produced
Magical loaves and her garden
Simmered with old fashioned roses,
It is the sharp, medicinal smell of
Vicks Vap-o-rub that conjures up
My mother’s memory and her gentle
Fingers smoothing the chilly potion
Over my sickly chest, spreading love.
Day 6 of PAD