Its a type of potpourri
This blended, fragrant feeling
Part open wound
Part divine healing
Sitting in a chair that rocked
Littles fast to sleep
Ready to part but needing to keep
Resentment adds that spicy undernote
That heightens the pungency
Of gratitude overload
Home, this is home
Inhale this deeply
Smell the perfume
Of a little lost
On Blessings bloom
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