“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
It’s always our self we find in the sea”
E.E. Cummings

The angel who smells of my childhood
My mother, piano and oboe
Whose face the icon reflects
Auburn hair like a Modigliani
Eyes the color of rain
Light caught by surprise
Whose presence the absence reveals
Whose laughter burns snow
Whose warm breath I breathed
This morning as I woke
The scent of gardenias whispering
I never left you

© Hélène Cardona

From Life in Suspension (Salmon Poetry, 2016); you can read Hélène’s bio HERE.

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