The sweet essence of my mother's sandalwood powder,

Danced and lingered in the morning's sunlight. 

Her long wavy hair tied up in a knot,

She picks me up for my morning bath.

Soft caresses and loving pats on my head,

She admiringly dresses me up 'cos I'm her little doll.

It's the earliest memory we've ever shared,

The kind of memory we'll cherish for aeons to come.

[A/N:This one is a prompt from secret_music_writer 's book of Poetry Prompt.Also this is dedicated to my lovely mother MomDiaries181.♡]