• Lee-ann Simpson


As I browse through the stalls of our local market, a sudden unexpected pause came about forcing a memory of my mother. I can smell her, I look around in the hope to see her loving smile only to be slightly saddened in her absence, my mum could not be seen.

However over to my right was a stall of home made soaps and right there I could see what had invoked such an emotional memory. The cause of the overwhelming yearn and heartache I have inside to just hold her again. There it was my mums scent of Lavender, crafted in a bar of soap.

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