Careful hands.
The zest of the perfume you wore.
The jumpers, soft, like the pelt of a rabbit,
Were misleading.
You were strong. Lioness.
The queen of practicality,
Of domesticity.
As a tiny child, I basked in your warmth.
And even now, when the smell of citrus makes itself known,
I am safe.
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