Monday, December 22, 2014

Evening in Paris


                                         ... in the toe of my stocking

                                                                                              ... a small glass bottle with silver crown

            ... my mother's deep blue dream

                                                                   ... Evening in Paris



10 comments:

  1. Beautiful. Sometimes dreams are what hold us up!

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  2. Soir De Paris, an enchanting scent and lovely memory. A poem. A gift. Thank you.

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    1. Thank you, Geo. Merry Christmas to you and Norma. :)

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  3. I had all but forgotten about that.

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    1. Some Christmas memories will always remain. Merry Christmas, Terry.

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  4. Oh, how this brings back beautiful memories of my dear mom!
    She loved "Evening in Paris" perfume!

    Lovely post :)

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    1. So nice to hear from you, Margie. Thank you, and Merry Christmas.

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  5. Words, your words, like scents evoke such lovely memories.
    May your day be merry, Teresa.

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    1. Thank you so much, dear Penny. Merry Christmas to you and your family.

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