My Mother's Perfume

My Mothers Perfume
The smell permiates off her beautiful skin,
When I lived away from my mother I would always inhale deeply when I smelled it on someone else.
When my daughter comes home from Grandma's house I can tell when she's received sweet hugs from Grandma,
Then,
When I hug my daughter it is grandmother, granddaughter and mother and daughter love all in one swoop.
Even my dog Tyra gets the grandmotherly love, known as the grandpup. She comes home smelling like Grandma's love.
Clothing, blankets, when she rides in her car, the perfume does not own her, SHE owns the scent of the perfume, unlike a teacher I had.
Forever and ever and ever, the scent will be my Mother's.