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
