Dusty Memories

It's noon and the sunlight is white
The heat hanging heavy
Cool sheets smelling like lavender 
The air fragrant with cigarette smoke and tea
My mom is taking a siesta forcing me to lay by her side 
But the Summer day is so full of promise
I can't sleep 
I crawl soundlessly out of her reach 
Then spring to my feet and run clutching my doll, 
Mumbling sweet love I'm the momma now 
Strolling in my childhood garden 
Drunk with happiness and smell of Jasmin 
I'm free

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