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The fragrance of soap..
Mysore sandal or Margo?

I take a deep breath
to catch the waft of soapy aroma
As she rushes towards me
to quickly clarify her childish doubt!

Where have I smelt it before?

Of baby baths and talcum powder,
baby breath and choco chips
Of paints and brushes
of color papers and pampering

Of pinafores and pigtails
ribbons of blue or white
Of sharpeners and pencils
and the joy of discovery each and every day

Where the world was
of mother and father and sister
And the universe was
the street and the roadside dog

Of unconditional love and security
no worry about the morrow
That anyone could be hated,
or simply not wanted

My vision blurred with tears
as all those quickly flashed past,
My mental eye, never to repeat
at least in this birth.

And the tears welled, when
childhood seemed like an era gone by.

My eye becomes dry as quickly
when I realise where I am,
That its in my power, to recreate dreams
and relive Childhood

In its spirit, even though not for myself
It can be more worthwhile this time
By letting the generation next feel
Unique, secure, wanted and loved