Thursday, April 30, 2009
Blooms Ago
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
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Remembrances. That one item, lilacs, to bring back the vision of one's favorite. Quietly presented with grace...
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