One Last Whiff

After a long day of Learning

And Sitting;

Followed by a Long Walk

for Balance,

I reach in the drawer

for a cool shirt

To replace the one

that I soaked.

As I pull the tank

over my face,

I get one last whiff;

A faint, yet familiar, linger scent,

all mine,

of a love that once was ...

As I smile and enjoy

and go about my evening,

I realize I am thankful

for Who I am.

Thankful,

that I am a sensitive

feeling woman,

With history and stories;

One, to whom many are drawn

and have left their marks.

And I pray that I leave such a positive

mark with them

As each go about their lives.