Haunting senses

Dear Mom,

The smell of chicken pot pie
Stacks of books all over the living room 
The Law and Order theme song 2 evenings a week
Scrambled eggs. Haven't had them that tasted like your's since. 
The smell of your perfume. Either raspberry or the musty one. 
George Strait playing while cleaning the house
Your soft and warm touch. 
The sweet wonderful taste of your chocolate cream pie. 
The pop and fizz of getting your diet decaf coke
Putting my hand against your's to show how small your's were. And how giant mine are. 
Watching your head fly back in one of your explosions of laughter.
The sound of your sewing machine late at night
The smell of fresh baked cookies every Christmas. 
Cuddling into your bed in the middle of the night for a very long phase
"Great Job Babydoll!"
All five senses
Filling me with joy, or haunting me with the "used to's"
Late night nostalgia, tucking me in at night
And I pretend you are right here 
with me. 



               Love your baby doll,
               Tessy Loo Loo