MOTHER'S LILACS OF SPRING (with photos)

 
MOTHER'S LILACS OF SPRING

Mother loved the lilacs
that bloomed every year
the pride and joy of her garden --
I remember them so very well.
They filled up
the once-empty corner
of our big back yard
and our hearts,
and their sweet fragrance
always meant to her
(and to me)
that the deep snows
of winter had melted away,
that life was returning,
that indeed it was spring.



But nothing in life
ever remains the same;
and eventually we moved away
from the lilacs of spring.
And every year since
those sweet spring days,
I've looked for the lilacs,
so few to be found.
But today I went looking again
for the lilacs of my youth,
the fragrance I'd never forget
and the wonderfully subtle colors
that always meant it was spring.
And I found them
in a most unlikely spot
and inhaled those memories,
planting them in my garden
as I recall my mother
and her lilacs of spring.



(c) barbara kausteklis 5-3-12

Written for "Thematic Attic/Mother's Favorite Flower."

http://www.friendburst.com/blog/87894/thematic-attic-thursday-celebrating-mothers-favorite-flower/

Thanks always for all visits and comments.

~barb~