Jasmine and Brown Sugar

A Poem by Kira

I remember the scent of jasmine and brown sugar,

Toddling to my mother's side of the bed, large tearful doe eyes peering up at her slumbering frame.

Shy pokes and lispy whispers of bad dreams, she'd take me in her arms and tuck me back in.

She'd kiss my forehead and I'd dream of ladybug tea parties, jasmine, and brown sugar.

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Added on October 3, 2017
Last Updated on October 3, 2017
Tags: Childhood, memories

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