Some memories are like small towns on country roads;
once well travelled, now enigmas signifying an interstate exit.
Sister reminded me Mom’s favorite perfume was Faberge’s Tigress.
Dad bought her Tigress every Christmas.
Tigress: the sleek bottle containing the amber liquid crowned with a tiger skin stopper.
Unconscious memories no longer a mystery.
“Comprehend without your head
and without your ears, listen
to noiseless, un-mouthed words.”
My mother was a Tigress – that was no mask.
She comprehended the noiseless, un-mouthed words of others.
Listening without her head and ears she always saw the truth behind other’s masks.
No matter how deep it cut-to-the-bone she always spoke her truth.
See suffered no fools.
And she always gave herself away for the benefit of others.
Across time and space I see you.
I embrace you.
I love you Tigress for all you did and hoped for me.