'The Sweet Fragrance' Poem by Pushpinder Kaur

The sweet fragrance of my mom's home,
The so familiar fragrance of her cupboard
Her clothes neatly folded
Left untouched for four years
Lie silently in the cool darkness of the cupboard

Lying in her bed
In my mind's eye
I have many visitations
As the inward eye sees her at different times, different moments
Sitting, turning, walking,
Softly making her mute utterances

The few words spoken
The sound of which now pales and fades
Into the silent movement of the hands of the clock.

On the one hand, time seems timeless
On the other-
A treacherous stealer.

Pushpinder Kaur.January 29,2019