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Her scent comes and goes with a flash,
Bright and suave like a summer haze,
As I shield the things she once touched,
And grow vigilant at her confounded ways,

Life is not about anything limited,
To the five senses or a selfish moment,
She once said with pressed flowers,
In her hair that glossed my eyes with awe,

And her garden peaches were the sun,
When she'd push me in the summer,
One in hand on my creaky swing,
And she had the aura of a majesty,

Like the Morning Glories of our dusks,
Wilted and vibrant fighting to see her
eyes shine,
As the ornamented the picket fence,
That caged us in but she remained free,

And as her scent fades one last time,
I imagine that fence and the peaches,
What she would've said without trying,
In the bright and suave summer haze.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category. This piece won the May 2014 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.




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im_awesomeThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Apr. 18 at 11:54 am:
that is how my  mother is. this poem is really good.
 
Lizbeth A. replied...
May 14 at 3:33 am :
Awe thank you, this means so much.
 
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