Poem by Gloria Eid
Pictured: An image of Gloria with her father
People always say it hurts at night
but sometimes it's in the middle of a
bright summer day
and the whiff of fresh cut watermelon
will send the shivers to my bones.
I smell you in the juiciest fruits I pick
at the market
and when the smell of freshly peeled orange
lingers in the picnic air,
I think of you.
I will always smell you in the carrots
of every colour
They say it hurts at night
but sometimes it's at the brink of dusk
on a walk around the block
when the smell of fresh wet evening grass
from a neighbour with her garden hose
send me back to our lawn.
I stop and watch her water in peace
I inhale
to a time when everything was simple.
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