A child never forgets mom’s scent.

Even today, I thought this shirt smells like her, like my mom.

She washed it for me last, and it smells like her laundry detergent or dryer sheets or perfume.

I don’t know; it just smells like her.

They say an infant can sense mom is near, even by her smell alone.

And no matter the time or space that comes between us, we never forget it.

We remember the laundry she folded.
We remember the clothes she ironed.
The meals she cooked.
The books she read.
The prayers. So many prayers.
The lessons. The tears.

The way she never stopped giving of herself.

I’m going to treasure all of it and hang onto this shirt.

So very grateful.

It smells like mom.