Fragile Lilac Petals
Clippings were cut to place in a crystal vase.
They grew in the sunny corner of the garden,
tiny petals reminding me of hand tatted lace.
I gave them water, blooms from my jardin.
Lilacs perfume the night wind when it blows
bringing back memories from deep in my heart.
Thoughts of when the golden moonlight glows
and fragile lilac petals picked for me... fell apart.
Sorrowful feelings that I thought were buried,
but the fragrance of them each summer returns
to haunt the emotions stirred when I carried
their blooms when we were married. It burns
like an eternal flame that will never be doused.
A first love always lives in memories of the heart,
awakened at the scent when we were espoused.
Before fragile lilac petals picked for me... fell apart.
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