Gardenia
Mom’s favorite flower due to the scent.
Spent her last months with us in hospice.
Bought her a gardenia Yankee Candle
Lit it for her daily to mask the rotting flesh
the rancid, foul odor of death.
She smiled as I lit it and thanked me
as she lay so helpless in that twin bed.
Covered in blankets as she grew cold.
I would curl and spoon with her and
tell her I loved her. I know dear she
would answer.
When she passed, I kept the room closed.
Got upset if anyone left it open. My husband
Said you are trying to hold onto her with
the scent of the gardenia. He was right.
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Sweetness: “I would curl and spoon with her and
tell her I loved her.”
Grief is hard, and we always find memories in the simple things. I really liked the last stanza. …Interestingly enough, gardenia is also my favorite Yankee Candle scent.
Dang, this poem broke my heart.
OH !!!!
Also my mother’s favorite.
Great poem Linda.
Well done, Linda!
She smiled as I lit it and thanked me/
as she lay so helpless in that twin bed./
Covered in blankets as she grew cold.