you will
never know
the scent of
baby powder
transports me back
to the first moment
i held you in my arms
(inhale)
(exhale)
in an instant
i am once again
breathing in the scent
of the waxy white vernix
that protected
your fragile foetal flesh
from the waters
of my womb..
and reminded,
that you should never
have had to protect
yourself like that
from me
again..
Posted for Chelsea Ann Owens’ Terrible Poetry Contest. This week we could the subject was open, so I found this rather absurd subject in my …why paisley?? archives and decided to go with it.
Thru Violet's Lentz 
And I suddenly caught a whiff of all the other smells in the delivery wing. Nowhere else smells like that. Thanks (I think) for the reminder.
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Now, there’s a term not used in the everyday vernacular of palaver.
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What a powerful ending – I know this is for terrible poetry, but I think this is actually quite impressive.
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I’m not sure you can write anything terrible, J. It’s wonderful.
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A beautiful realistic side of life.
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Actually I thought it was quite powerful. I like it and it has been 59 years since I gave birth! 😀
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