Poems of Memory by Mary Ann Castle

Poems of Memory

To Nicola

In that great stand of hair

I first learned the scent of a man.

Its smell of garlic and sweat

An intact memory

The odor fills me now, for a moment

I am 5 years old sitting beside you in the darkness of the cellar

I reach to touch its coarse, wine stained edges

The last time I saw your moustache

Only the undertaker who cut it thought it dignified