Thursday, April 30, 2009
This is lilac time
lavender purple painting
the park each spring.
That sweet perfume rising
reminds me of my childhood
and your smile.
It was your favorite flower . . .
a Mother's Day wish
I remember how you buried
your soft face, nuzzling
in those sweet-scented blooms
Your brown eyes ecstatic
as if I'd handed you jewels
amethysts . . .
those simple purple blossoms
a transport to heaven
with just one sniff!
Joanne Cucinello 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Keeper of Childhood Memories, come and visit me today.
Bring with you my pillow, where once
I lay my head in slumber, sweet and pure . . .
perhaps that long forgotten toy I held and cherished.
Let me touch them once again with searching fingertips,
recalling childhood comforts buried there.
Whisper in the long forgotten voices of my brothers and sisters,
small like me, so that their sounds might ring
a chime of recollection . . . echoes of our laughter long ago.
Bring me back the scent of home, my bed,
that favorite little chair or corner where I played . . .
my mother’s laughter and her lullabies,
the softness of her fingers on my heated brow.
Just one look at my reflection in my father’s eyes,
the smile upon his face and hands so strong
that lifted me high upon his shoulders,
where I could see the world.
Take me to that place where childhood past is kept,
safe from toil and fear . . .
the place where children’s spirits go to romp and play,
where every word once spoken still lives on
and floats through stars . . .
to Never Never Land.
Joanne Cucinello 1998
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