she smells of sunshine and homemade pie,
periwinkle gardens and wrinkled skin,
winter fires and strangers’ lullabies,
barbie bandaids and hidden tears,
whispered kisses and sacrificed years,
she smells of
unconditional
love,
she smells of home.
she smells of sunshine and homemade pie,
periwinkle gardens and wrinkled skin,
winter fires and strangers’ lullabies,
barbie bandaids and hidden tears,
whispered kisses and sacrificed years,
she smells of
unconditional
love,
she smells of home.
Sacred Touches 
She sounds like a grandma! 🙂 ♡♡
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Yes, it does. That’s what I thought too. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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