Ponds

there is no smell

that makes me miss my mom

quite like ponds cold cream

she would dab it on her face after taking a shower... and then she would read. and then she would watch a movie. and then she would fall asleep.

and blue light would pour under the door as cary grant's muffled voice charmed starlets.

i bought a jar of ponds cold cream over a year ago - almost two now, maybe.

every time i use it, i am filled with thoughts of and love for my mom. i miss her.

i miss having the option of coming home late or coming down stairs after everyone else had gone to sleep, and sitting at the foot of her bed... and talking to her. there are times when she let's you cry or explode with happiness or anger or anything... and she listens, delighted by your existence... and smelling like ponds cold cream.

it's strange sometimes to be far away... i want to come home from kissing someone magical or getting my heart broken or breaking a heart or having a great show or just from a dumb day... and i want to hear TCM and smell ponds and talk to my mom.