Jazz Personae Poem #19 by Elizabeth Beck

Yellow, faded documents
an ancient photo album
all I have to remember

except the scent I spray
from the bottle I did not
know once belonged

to you, my mother I
missed my entire life
not knowing why you left

-Elizabeth Beck

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