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

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10 comments:

  1. WildBillDecember 22, 2014 at 3:10 PM

    Beautiful. Sometimes dreams are what hold us up!

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  2. Geo.December 22, 2014 at 10:27 PM

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

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    1. Teresa EvangelineDecember 24, 2014 at 9:34 AM

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

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  3. AnonymousDecember 23, 2014 at 1:57 AM

    I had all but forgotten about that.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineDecember 24, 2014 at 9:35 AM

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

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  4. MargieDecember 23, 2014 at 3:35 PM

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

    Lovely post :)

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    1. Teresa EvangelineDecember 24, 2014 at 9:36 AM

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

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  5. Penny O'NeillDecember 24, 2014 at 7:59 AM

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

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    1. Teresa EvangelineDecember 24, 2014 at 9:36 AM

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

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