Lilacs and Love
"Nothing says spring like a lilac breeze."
Mom closed her eyes, smiled, and sighed.
The scent would come drifting in,
With curtains billowing and windows wide.
My mother gathered them by the armful,
Bunches of lilac blooms with a fragrance that was heaven sent.
She took them to my grandma every Mother's Day,
Sharing her love, showing her gratitude,
Knowing how much it meant.
She loved lilacs too, my mother did,
And was glad we had plenty to spare.
It doubled her joy for them, I think,
Knowing she was able to share.
Grandma would bury her nose in the lilacs,
And breathe in the heady scent too.
She arranged them carefully in a milk glass vase,
And there was one thing I always knew.
Grandma loved me, and my mom did too,
So fierce and wide and deep.
And every year, those lilacs they shared,
Is a memory I'll always keep.
Forever the sight of a lilac bush,
Or the hint of its fragrance in the air,
Will remind me of those two ladies before me,
Who had lilacs and love to spare.
Happy Mother's Day, everyone!