Fragrance of Summer

My children smell of grass
And garden hoses-
All knees and elbows,
And sunburnt noses.

So eager for the comfort
Of shade and clean clothes,
They curl up in my arms,
My gift of repose.

And I can’t wash this off,
Not with years of soap.
My children smell of grass,
And laughter, and hope.

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