Healing Wounds

The pharmacy's scent, sharp and precise,

brings back whispers of care, long nights,

bandaging childhood wounds with kindness,

each scratch a story wrapped in safety.

A crinkled packet waits, memories stored,

of late-night laughter, all of us adored.

The sting of iodine, a reassuring balm,

a comfort in chaos, the world stills and calms.

With every drop, I see your hands,

softly soothing the night’s rough demands,

now distant, but your love lingers still,

a scent that reminds me of warmth and goodwill.