As she sits cradling her big belly between her thighs

I lay my head in the nest of her lap

Her warm wrinkled overworked palms

Caress my face

They smell of the tamarind

she uses to purify the sacred bronze utensils

Yes, they smell like mother

She tells me my hair mimics a coconut's

And bathes my hair in oil

The oil feels warm and cool

The oil smells like mother

As she presses me to her heart

I breathe in

She smells like sunlight

She smells like soap

She smells like all things good and calm

Yes, she smells like mother