by Abbe Rolnick | Apr 10, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Remnants of a Loved OneI smell my mother when I get my hair cutThe sickly-sweet scent of hairspray.I smell my mother when I walk by a side streetWhere the staff takes a smoke break.My eyes catch the shimmer of diamondsRings and necklaces danglingAnd her regal presence...
