Lilac Memories
On my windowsill
her pitcher filled with lilacs...
My heart remembers
Memories are stirred...
I sat on her bedspread, while
she brushed my long hair
Sweet fragrance of love
comes in shades of purple blooms....
quilted by her hand.....
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For Francine Robert's contest "Senryu For Mom"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
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