ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖: Write a poem about a scent of childhood that brings back good memories.
I ran out of shampoo
as I stood under the shower.
What could I do?
I shrugged my shoulders
and used the best next thing,
not knowing what memories
it would bring.
It smelled like my mother
on a warm summer's day.
It smelled like no other.
What can I say?
A sweet embrace and a helping hand.
A soft smile in a different land.
A lot has changed since that time
when everything was still fine.
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My Summer Nights
PoetryA poetry collection written for the Achievement Hunter Challenge
